Aurora's kisses landed on Theodore's face again and again, but he gave her no response. He simply laid there unmovingly like a puppet.

Aurora started tearing his suit away from him like a mad woman.

"Theodore Spencer, you're not a man! You're not!"

She did all she could to try to tempt him.

But even after all their clothes were in disarray and after leaving her marks on his hard chest, he expressed no emotions and gave no response whatsoever.

The scene looked very much like she was forcing herself on him.

Aurora sat on him, staring at him with tears streaming down her face.

"Is Rosalie Young the only woman you'll respond to in this entire world?" she cried.

Theodore finally shifted his gaze to Aurora. He lifted a hand, gently wiped the tears from her face, and finally spoke.

"What's the point?"

grabbed his hand and put it to her cheeks. "I'm willing, I really am! Take me, won't you? I'm

body could distract

it, he didn't want her

the two of them looking extremely intimate and close to each other. His long, slender fingers ran

of how tightly he grabbed her waist today, as if venting his anger on it. That was probably what left a

the bruise gently. "Does it

time he touched a sensitive spot

shook her head. "No, not

the pain. Nothing he gave him would hurt her. Even if it did, she was willing to

as her face

it doesn't hurt?" Theodore

turning red with indignance.

who I am. Aren't I

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