Chapter 288 Repeat The Mistakes?

• "Your kissing skills have gotten worse, huh?" Ethan, no longer showing any gentlemanly demeanor, tugged at the collar of his pajamas, lifted her, and spread her legs, holding her tightly in his arms.
• "What about that photographer from last time? Didn't you kiss him?" He bit her lower lip hard, almost as if he wanted to draw blood.
• Phyllis could barely breathe, and in the next moment, he threw her onto the bed.