Chapter 227 He Feared Losing Control

• In reality, Flint's forceful kiss didn't last long, before he quickly pulled away from Lucille.
• Lucille, enraged, gritted her teeth and wiped her lips where Flint had touched her. The anger and disgust in her eyes were clear and unmasked.
• Flint wasn't upset in the least. In fact, he chuckled softly, his gaze taking on a dangerous edge as he said, "If you keep glaring at me like that, I might just have to take things a bit further."