“I can't answer that. Move back.” Valeria glared, placing a hand on his chest to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.
He closed his hand over hers, holding it firmly to his chest. A slow, tingling feeling ran down her spine, making her shiver.
She gasped, trying to withdraw her hand from his hold. “Let go,” she said.
“So, you agreed to the marriage without knowing the qualities that your husband possesses?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.
“I just slapped a stranger for touching me without consent. It seems you want your own fair share.” She replied, and he squinted his eyes at her.
“Dodging the question?” He asked, his lips curling up in a smirk.
“I didn't. I already replied to you earlier. It's not like I'm afraid of you. Do you hear yourself at all?” She answered, breathing
