The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 903

Bruce’s eyes narrowed into ominous slits as his grip tightened on her arm.

“You think this place is too cramped, huh? Don’t worry, we can head back to the room,” Bruce said with a wicked grin, releasing her arm to grab the throw blanket off the couch.

“Help-mmph!” Evelyn’s plea for help was cut short as Bruce stuffed the throw blanket into her mouth.

He yanked his leather belt free, binding her hands with it, then hoisted her over his shoulder and strode towards the bedroom.

“Mmmph!” Evelyn struggled violently, her bound hands beating against him, her legs kicking wildly.

No matter how much her kicks hurt him, Bruce held on tight, preventing her from sliding off his shoulder. He marched into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and with angry, labored breaths, pinned her hands above her head.

“Settle down, Evelyn! Don’t think you can scream and shout at me just because I’m usually patient! Today I’m going to show you just how tough your man can be!”

tied her wrists to the headboard and secured her ankles as

he pounced, kissing her

Evelyn twisted and turned her head, trying to dodge him, but no matter how

tears streaming down from the

contract for Central Ring Villa, Thalassa returned home in a daze

noticed the dinner dishes still on

called

was no

BANG!

noise came from

nerves tensed. Worried, she hurried toward the bedroom, turned the doorknob, ready to open the

the knob wouldn’t turn; it was

“Mom, are you in there? What was that noise just now?”