Chapter 503

"You're not Sean. Let go of me," Tatiana stammered, her face reddening with embarrassment as she attempted to free herself from Simon's grasp. However, she could barely exert any energy with how weak she was.

"Oh? Only Sean can hold you, then? Do you fancy him?" Simon teased, gazing at her flushed, delicate face. The urge to mess with her grew the more she struggled in her arms.

Tatiana really took after her mother, Lyla.

Like any other man, Simon's instincts beckoned for something carnal in response.

"N-No!" Tatiana cried, and her face grew even redder.

"Please don't mind if I take you back to your room."

Simon's hold on her waist did not lessen in the slightest.

"No, thank you. I can go myself."

"Aw, don't push yourself."

Simon leaned in so close that they were inches away from kissing, but Tatiana's hands on his chest pushed him back.

He continued, "We've known each other since we were young. You can just call me Simon."

"Ms. Tatiana!"

An abrupt cry jerked Tatiana awa