Charles grabbed her hand that had reached out to get the book. Bella struggled to get away; he held her soft hand and took her in his arms.
By doing this, it caused Bella to sit on his lap. As her long hair cascaded over her chest. The hot breath from the man behind her spread onto her body, very alluring.
Charles had great strength. No matter how hard she struggled, he remained motionless. He placed his chin directly on her delicate shoulder, stared at the page in the book, and did not look away.
It was a sketch. In front of the French window stood a straight and tall figure. In just a few simple lines a powerful man with great momentum was portrayed, with some loneliness, he was too powerful to have any opponents.
Charles recognized by a glance that the French window wa
