Chapter 297

Cordy had no idea how long had passed, or how much progress John made—or if he was done with applying the ointment.

She had basically lost all patience when she suddenly felt the touch of his cool lips on her waist, away from the bruise.

She wheeled on him right then, stumbling backward and shoving herself against the mirror, bristling as she snapped at John, "What do you think you're doing? You said you weren't interested!"

"Can't help it."

"Did you forget you're married?" Cordy exploded—could he be an even worse scumbag at this point?

Nonetheless, John replied loudly and clearly, "No. I'm not married yet."

"Even if you aren't, you're engaged. The wedding’s but a matter of time," she retorted. "Or maybe you think you can mess around all you like before your wedding, even when you have a fiancee? Are contractual agreements the only thing capable of making you restrain yourself?"

John was actually left speechless by her rant.

In the end, he was simply bewitched and failed to s