Alice Turner’s mouth hadn’t yet moved closer when Thomas Fisher’s lips voluntarily came over. By the time she realized and wanted to dodge away, it was already too late, he kissed her directly.
It shouldn’t be like this, it’s not supposed to be like this!
What kind of crazy wind blew into this guy today that he kissed her again and again without any intention of stopping?
Kissed again and again by Thomas Fisher, Alice Turner felt utterly uncomfortable, with her hands tightly controlled by him and rendered useless, so she decided to bite him.
She opened her mouth to bite him, only to find him taking advantage of the situation,
Crazy! This man is truly crazy!
The moment Thomas Fisher kissed her deeply, what crossed Alice Turner’s mind was that he had gone mad, that he was kissing her so unrestrainedly.
Even though she was about to divorce that man soon, she was still his wife, and that man was his good brother.
Even if he didn’t consider her feelings, did he consider his good brother’s feelings?
A man might not love his wife, but he cannot be cuckolded, otherwise, she wouldn’t have told that man the last time that condoms worked well, and he wouldn’t have been so angry.
Thomas Fisher felt utterly defeated. He kissed Alice Turner so vigorously and passionately, yet she didn’t react at all. As he kissed her, she was even thinking about other things.
Sigh!
With a deep sigh, Thomas Fisher lifted his head, creating a distance from Alice Turner, "Now you should remember, right?"
Seeing her expression and her earlier reaction, he was sure she hadn’t remembered, but he asked her persistently anyway.
"Are you crazy? Remember what?"
When Thomas Fisher asked her again if she remembered, Alice Turner blurted out a retort.
Even though he had anticipated this result, hearing her say it out loud still made him feel deeply disappointed and lost.
"Your mouth is really infuriating!"
Thomas Fisher gritted his teeth and glared at Alice Turner’s mouth. Then he shifted his gaze upwards until he stopped at her eyes, "You surely haven’t forgotten Bar Luxe, have you? That night six months ago..."
When he got to this point, he stopped speaking because he noticed that her facial expression had changed; if he wasn’t mistaken, she had remembered something.
Half a year ago, due to dissatisfaction with her family’s pressure for marriage, Alice Turner had gone to a bar alone to drink and vent her frustration. Her tolerance for alcohol wasn’t great, and after a few drinks, she was already dizzy.
At midnight, the bar was hosting a game of confessions of love, which was basically an opportunity for singles to get cozy.
At the time, under the influence of alcohol, Alice Turner inexplicably participated in the game, joining many others on the bar’s performance stage.
She needed to let loose, or she’d suffocate from depression.
When the bar’s lights went out, she grabbed a man nearby by feel and boldly asked, "Do you want to be my man for this moment?"
In that kind of setting, under such circumstances, with that bold invitation, what man could resist this?
The two of them were instantly wrapped up in each other’s arms in the darkness...
"That night, was that man you?!"
Alice Turner looked as if she’d seen a ghost, staring in terror at Thomas Fisher in front of her.