Chapter 162 Match Made In Heaven

• Hannah panted and wiped her mouth. “Are you mad, Connor?” she growled, angrier than she had ever been.
• Connor’s eyes were filled with a cold, mirthless smile, and he tapped his shirt. “Just reminiscing about the old days. Nothing mad with that. We men can separate sex and love easily. Even if I f*ck you now, I can still love my girlfriend.”
• His calm reply stabbed itself like a cold dagger upon Hannah’s aching heart. However, unwilling to show weakness, Hannah replied, “You’ll have to see if I’d let you.”