She was neither a traded product nor goods with a price tag. This made Noemi feel that she was so low...
"I'm not that kind of woman. Je-Jeffery, please, let me go."
The room suddenly got quiet. The pair of lustful dark eyes were gradually replaced by coldness. She went so far as saying she was not "that" kind of woman.
With a tearing sound, Noemi felt a chill on her body and only then realised what Jeffery had done. She swung her hands and thumped the rough man in front of her. "Jeffery, what are you doing? Stop, stop it!"
Jeffery didn't seem to hear her aggrieved cry. As if it was some sort of punishment, he roughly ripped off her clothes and said in a deep and charming voice, "Noemi, this is what you chose. Have you forgotten?"
This line again. Was it because of this that she shoul
