Viviane was in complete panic, instinctively protecting her abdomen. "Get away! Get away! Don't touch me!" She struggled desperately, but her body was tightly restrained.
"Ha, you said that last time too. Yet you still clung to me, over and over again. Viviane, your words have no credibility at all..." Cyril said as he tried to slip his hand under her skirt.
"No, let me go, please let me go, I beg you..."
A tear rolled down the corner of Viviane's eye, her current appearance was truly heartbreaking, but the man in front of her only grew more excited.
At the critical moment, a figure swiftly rushed over, landing a fierce punch on Cyril's cheek.
"Cyril, you shameless scoundrel!"
It was Zeth.
His presence was icy cold, glaring at Cyril with a clear pain visible in his eyes.
Cyril stag
