A Night of Desire Chapter 22: Why Is It Him Again?

President Lee didn’t even have ti to see who the newcor was before he was slamd to the ground.

Suddenly freed from his grasp, Clara Grant’s body felt as if it had lost its center of gravity, and she began to crumple limply to the floor.

Alard, she tried to regain control of her body but found herself powerless. Just as she thought she was about to collapse, a large hand scooped her up, and she crashed into a firm, broad chest.

Clara instinctively looked up, her eyes first finding a white shirt. Her gaze traveled upward, finally resting on the man’s Adam’s apple.

This normally unremarkable masculine feature now struck her as incredibly sexy. She couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Realizing her reaction was a little inappropriate, Clara quickly shifted her gaze, which finally landed on his strikingly handso and masculine face.

Stunned for a mont, she began to struggle, trying to break free from the man’s embrace.

’Seth Quinn... why is it him again?’

’She had been desperate for soone to save her, but she hadn’t wanted it to be him!’

’She wouldn’t cower in his arms. She wouldn’t let him humiliate her again!’

"Stay still. Don’t move!" Feeling the woman in his arms struggling, Seth Quinn tightened his grip, holding her more securely as he bent down and whispered coldly in her ear.

His warm breath, carrying a uniquely masculine scent, washed over her ear and cheek. To her surprise, Clara’s body trembled with pleasure, and a wave of heat washed over her.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling upon his thin, sensual lips. An impulse to kiss him surged through her!

’Ugh, no, no, no! How could I want to kiss this wolf in sheep’s clothing? This must be because of the drug in my drink!’

If, even now, Clara hadn’t figured out there was sothing wrong with her drink, she’d be a complete fool.

But this aphrodisiac was just too strong. She was terrified she wouldn’t be able to resist forcibly kissing him!

While Clara was completely fixated on Seth Quinn’s thin lips, President Lee, who Seth had sent sprawling to the floor, painfully pushed himself up. He roared furiously at his n, "You pack of morons! Can’t you see I’m getting beat up? What are you gawking at? Get him!"

The thugs finally reacted, swarming toward Seth Quinn.

With Clara still in his arms, Seth Quinn stood his ground. He simply lifted his leg and kicked the foremost attacker, sending him flying over a ter away.

Then, with a slight turn, he kicked another one away...

When River Sterling and his friends arrived, President Lee’s n were still charging at Seth Quinn one after another.

"Holy shit!" River Sterling froze. "What’s going on?"

’He just ca for the gossip. How did it turn into a full-blown fight?’

Though he voiced his confusion, he didn’t hesitate for a second, imdiately rushing over to join the fight.

Linden Jennings and Chase Childs, who were right behind him, just frowned in confusion before quickly rushing forward to help.

With three more people joining in, the power imbalance was instantly clear. President Lee’s gang was swiftly beaten, left groaning on the floor, unable to even get back up.

Seth Quinn finally breathed a small sigh of relief. He looked down at the small woman in his arms. She was physically unhard, but her expression seed more and more off.

Her little face was flushed crimson, like the evening sky at sunset. Her eyes, already as clear as pools of water, now seed dewy and dazed. She stared at him without blinking, her red lips parted slightly in a sensual, inviting way.

Clara was stunningly beautiful at this mont, but she was also giving off a very strange vibe. She looked as if... as if she might pounce on him for a kiss at any second.

Her small hands were no longer still. They would start to creep up his body, only to snatch back the mont they made contact. It was as if she couldn’t control her desire to touch him, yet was desperately trying to hold back.