Roseline’s POV
His gaze was too fiery, as if it could burn through my body. So I did something stupid—I suddenly kissed Adrian.
His lips were unexpectedly warm and soft, like a trap, and I even couldn’t help but stick out my tongue. What I didn’t expect was that he didn’t push me away. Instead, he deepened the kiss.
His large palm pressed against my waist, trapping me tightly, his breath scorching, chaos spreading between our lips. I couldn’t help but let out a moan. “Mmm…”
Isaac’s voice, furious: “Roseline? Are you crazy?!”
He tried to rush forward, but Adrian’s bodyguard was already blocking his way.
“I told you long ago, we’re over.” I struggled to pull away from Adrian’s arms, gritting my teeth as I stared at Isaac.
He glared at me, eyes full of murderous intent.
