Chapter 167

“Wills Waltson, can’t you say something meaningful," she said.

"I'm not sure either. I didn't want to say something proper when I was by your side. The instant I saw your face, I felt compelled to commit a crime. Didn't I tell you your therapeutic fragrance is really appealing?"

She was speechless, so she grabbed the blanket and drew it nearer him. "Stop talking and go to bed."

Wills Waltson looked at her embarrassed and anxious appearance before lying down. "Luna ."

She fixed her gaze. "What happens now?"

"Let's go to bed together."

"I'll have to think about it for a long."

He took the book she was holding and placed it on the bedside table. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her into his hug.

"I've found out that you're a woman with a poor brain. What's the use of reading so many books? Isn't it more reliable to tie me to you? Don't you believe I'm more valuable than your job?"

"Work makes me happy," she replied as she struggled to get out of bed.

But he was too powerful,