A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

They stared at each other in a mutual deadlock for a moment, and then Jacob asked coldly, "Do you even know what you are doing?"

Wordlessly, she stood facing him like a lifeless marionette waiting for its master.

"Do I usually indulge you this much?" He frowned at her helpless state, and he was tempted to throw her onto the bed again and give her some more lessons. Instead he continued in a frigid tone, "Do you think I will feel sympathy for you when you behave like this? If you don't want to wear shoes, then do as you like."

His grim expression predicted that he was about to lose his temper. As she was about to respond, he suddenly crouched down.

He took her slender white ankle in his warm hand. The skin touching hers was slightly rough and it gently grazed along her dorsum.

"What are you doing, huh? Wear shoes!"

Probably because he had never served a person in this way, and because he was always the one who was being served, he didn't use a polite tone of voice. Strangely, he had no objection to his own conduct as he slipped her foot into the shoe.

It was as if he had done it before.

His large hand closed over her slender ankle, gently stroking her skin, and his face grew hot again.

"Forget it. Don't wear it then."

Before she could speak, she was thrown on the bed again. The large bed was so soft that she almost bounced off it.

As soon as she sat up, his strong body bent forward and he kissed her neck, at precisely the place he had bitten her.

pain and remembered his

words with casual banter. "Since you

turned her cheek, avoiding his kiss and changed the subject,

AM," he

I am so tired..." She quivered at

under his body. He couldn't help but bully her again, as much as possible... The pain of his memories, and the fire in

You

always cared about her feelings no matter how much he wanted her. Emily was so upset after hearing his words. She knew he was trying to

the corners of her eyes tightened as he

in a small voice, a voice filled with fatigue. She spoke so softly that, had

apparently he heard

the circumstance, he didn't know what to do. He even considered that he should call a

so, but then he said, "I can release you, but then you are responsible to solve this problem, since you started

were tented between his legs, as if he was demonstrating

curved up into a scimitar smile and scornfully he

words froze her to the core and she looked at him incredulously as

that he regarded her as a cheap fling, a doxy

relationship's stalling had made her anxious, and in desperation she had chosen this way to try and solve their problems. Now, though their relationship had changed, it had not done so for the better. This was not the way she wanted

shouldn't she? In her haste, she had become no different

she was a common bitch, just like