Andrew set aside his phone and magazine, quietly watching her. "You seem to care about Wayne a lot."
Cynthia glanced at him disdainfully, refusing to say another word, and simply turned away from him.
After a moment, Andrew lay down as well and spooned her from behind, his hands becoming restless once again.
He stroked the scar on her lower abdomen for quite a while.
Thinking he must be turned on again, Cynthia was about to refuse him by saying that she wasn't feeling well. But on the second thought, she realized that her feeling didn't matter to him. Andrew never cared whether she was comfortable or not, only thinking about his own pleasure.
So, she closed her eyes and lay stiffly in his embrace, urging him impatiently, "Just hurry up."
Andrew paused for a moment before chuckling so
