Sumr Monroe covered her chest with one hand, deftly climbed off him, turned around to pick up a piece of clothing, put it on, and then looked at the handso man still struggling, letting out a low chuckle.
Look down on won?
Think girls are so weak that they can be bullied at will?
Dream on!
The man’s hands struggled until they turned red, and the wounded places on his upper body were seeping blood.
He probably never imagined that he would stumble at the hands of a woman.
Sumr tightened her clothes and kindly reminded, "I advise you not to struggle. This kind of knot is called a sailor’s knot, or a hog-tie knot, the more you struggle, the tighter it gets. So you’d better lie there obediently and wait for the room service to find you tomorrow."
The man finally stopped struggling, his deep, bottomless black eyes calmly and intensely looked at her.
Usually, in such situations, people either beco furious or scared, but this man only got annoyed for a bit and then beca so calm.
Seeing this, Sumr couldn’t quite figure out what he was thinking.
She instinctively took a step back.
The man, instead of getting angry, smiled, curled his thin lips, and asked, "What’s your na, interesting little cat?"
That gaze was completely like looking at a pet.
Sumr frowned in displeasure, coldly reminding, "You better get a grip on your situation! You have no right to ask my na!"
"Aaron."
"What?"
"My na."
Sumr’s frown deepened.
Would a guy who threatens with a knife and is being chased reveal his real na?
The man continued, "Now that you know my na, you’re mine. Perfect timing, my family is forcing to get married. Marrying soone will do, so it’ll be you."
Sumr rolled her eyes dramatically.
She walked to the bed, lifted her foot, and kicked the man’s calf.
Her kick wasn’t light, finally adding a hint of pain to the man’s face, but his gaze still carried a careless laziness, like being scratched by a cat’s paw.
A bit painful, but still indulgent.
Sumr was furious to no end and simply decided to ignore this shaless pervert.
She wanted to call the police, but having a man in the room wouldn’t sound good, especially with the old lady around, who knows how she’d be scolded later.
Sumr thought for a mont, realizing there was nothing she could do but let the man fend for himself.
What a frustration!
He’s getting off easy!
Thinking of this, Sumr felt a bit irritated and gave the man another kick.
But this ti, the man dodged her kick as if expecting it and even seriously taught her, "Don’t stare at the spot you want to kick beforehand, the opponent might notice. Be fast and ruthless when you strike..."
He was teaching a cat how to bite.
"Shut up!"
Sumr no longer wanted to deal with this man.
She automatically tuned out the man’s voice, quickly packed her suitcase, and pushed it out the door.
She planned to book another room with a different identity anyway, since Henry Stanton and the old lady wouldn’t rember which cabin she was staying in.
But just as she opened the door, the man’s voice ca again, "Where are you going? Don’t you want to help you?"
Sumr turned her head and gave the man a cold glare, growling, "Where I’m going is none of your business! You can just wait here to beco a dried corpse!"
The man raised an eyebrow, pointed his finger like directing grandly, and said, "If you help untie now, I can act like nothing happened, even tell you a secret. But if you leave just like that... I guarantee you’ll regret getting involved with ."
His calm deanor was enough to make soone want to strangle him.
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