"Hiss..."
As Hope Williams was speaking, the man on top of her lowered his head and gently bit her delicate neck, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
"Hope, what's wrong?"
Hope's cheeks were flushed red, and the man beside her silently chuckled with a teasing expression. Hope, speechless, reached out to cover his lips, and coughed awkwardly, "It's nothing, continue talking."
Aria Richardson had a feeling that Hope's voice was a bit off and tentatively asked, "Hope, is President Lewis next to you?"
"...Yes."
Aria Richardson, "I'm sorry for interrupting, I should die, you guys continue."
Hope didn't have a chance to say another word before Aria Richardson hung up the phone.
It seemed she feared that if she was even a second slower, Waylon Lewis would reach through the internet cable to strangle her.
Hope, "..."
Waylon chuckled, "Your bestie's quite perceptive."
Hope, filled with embarrassment and anger, pushed him away. That man had clearly done it on purpose.
