Chapter 291: Whose Man Are You, Damn It
But his entire body was pressing down on her, taut and rigid, making it impossible for her to push him away.
It wasn't until she bit through his lip that he finally stopped.
"Did you sneak off to the U.S. just to go on a date with another man? Huh?" His large hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Selena Patrick laughed bitterly, scoffing, "What right do you have to control me?"
"How do I not have the right to control you?" He yanked off the jacket Baggio had draped over her. "I'm your damn husband."
"Whose damn husband are you?" Was he forgetful, or did he think she was?
The woman stared at him, her gaze dead and unyielding.
His dark eyes focused intently on her, his brows slightly furrowed. "What do you mean by
