Joey immediately understood what Frederic meant by "distracting" him.
Frustrated, she pounded on Frederic's chest. "Frederic, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Frederic's already labored breathing tightened further.
Holding Joey again, feeling her scent, he felt as if he was going crazy.
Ignoring the needle in his hand and Joey's resistance, he leaned in to kiss her.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Joey felt utterly humiliated.
Despite his claims of abandoning her and never truly loving her, why was he still clinging to her?
Joey was vehemently against the kiss. In a panic, she grabbed a water cup from the bedside table and hit Frederic on the head.
In moments of extreme emotion, one's strength could surge unexpectedly.
Joey, usually gentle, struck Frederic hard enough to cau
