The Most Loving Marriage: Don't Be Too Bad, Mr President

But at that moment, Alistair caught her hand suddenly and pushed her back. After that, he climbed on top of her…

Annabelle was shocked. When she looked at the man in front of her and saw her reflection in his deep gaze, she was even more surprised. Annabelle didn't know what to do.

"Who allowed you to leave? Huh!?" Alistair's enticing voice resounded by her ear. There was a faint smile of alcohol that matched with his cologne.

"You… You are drunk. If you have anything to say, we should talk some other day!" Annabelle said.

The drunk Alistair was definitely more seductive than usual, and also… More dangerous.

Right when Annabelle wanted to move, Alistair caught her tighter. He pressed on top of her and Annabelle couldn't move an inch.

"You…"

"Annabelle, tell me, what should I do with you?" Alistair looked at Annabelle and spoke slowly. The men's tone was filled with helplessness.

Annabelle frowned and she didn't understand the man. But at that very moment, his approach was frustrating her.

"Alistair, you are drunk!"

eyes, "does that mean I can do everything I want

heard him, her

her blushed face, he broke into a smile suddenly. All of

woman. Such was more befitting of a woman. Annabelle had always carried herself like a

stunned. It was the first time she saw him smiling

She had to admit…

He was truly charming…

the night, under the

see his face clearly, like the most prized masterpiece of an old artist,

smile was

Annabelle had a sudden thought and it was also her first time thinking, that the man wasn't as

felt so at that

that time, Alistair stared at Annabelle and he squinted his eyes. The two

at Annabelle and approached her

at Alistair. She could feel his