"Jack!"
Clara hung up the phone and turned around to glare at him.
His lips, moist with desire, brushed against her ear as he spoke in a husky voice, "What did Jason want, Sis?"
Clara's entire body went limp in his arms. Hearing his sour tone, she was both angry and ashamed. "How dare you ask!"
Jack wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her forcefully against him. His chest throbbed with intense heat, his actions domineering and rough, yet his face remained innocent. "Sis," he mumbled, his voice muffled, "I don't like Jason. Don't talk to him anymore, okay?"
Clara clenched her jaw. She suspected she had spoiled Jack too much, and now he even dared to interfere with her daily social life.
Outside, the rain subsided, leaving only the sound of drizzling.
"Jack." She bit her lip. "
