Chapter 227

This time, she had no reservations, shyness, or thoughts about what would happen afterward.

To hell with all of it!

After more than half an hour, Calla lay contentedly on the hospital bed, with Mercer holding her waist and panting heavily.

They both eventually calmed down.

Feeling uncomfortable being held by him, Calla lightly slapped his hand and pointed to the folding bed by the window, indicating that he should sleep there.

Mercer pretended not to understand her. His fingers wandered over her skin.

In truth, Calla hated herself right now. Even though there was a saying that women were emotional creatures, she now found herself behaving like a predator.

She hated herself as much as she hated the man holding her waist. None of the earlier—explicit—events would have happened if he hadn’t persistently bothered her.

Thinking of this, Calla angrily brushed his arm away. She then looked down in search of her abandoned hospital gown.

After putting on her clothes, she tossed his p