Chapter 18: Kiss Her if She Did not Agree

Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight shined into Hanyama Manson's bedroom.

Camille was awakened by the alarm, meanwhile she stretched and touched a warm patch of skin, then she froze and suddenly opened her eyes.

The man's handsome face was reflected to her. He was still asleep as he closed his eyes, while her whole body was leaning on his chest, with a palm on her waist.

Camille froze, while the man showed a light smile and said in a low and husky voice before she realized, "Are you awake?"

"Why .... Why aren't you up yet?"

"You slept heavily so I don't want to wake you up."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Nothing to do with you? You holding me so tight that I can't even pull your hand away."

He stared at Camille in his arms for a moment. With his warm breath sprayed her cheeks, her face started to turn red as if the air got thinning.

The smile at the corner of Ayan's face became bigger and bigger, and he said in a extremly low and muffled voice, "What? Do You want to throw me away now after using me?"

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and let go of me." She pushed hard, however, it remained uneffected baucause his solid and strong chest was as hard as a defensive wall.

In contrast, he even hold her tighter.

She looked at him in a daze, pursing her lips lightly without saying a single word.

However, she didn't realize that she seemed like a frightened deer at the moment. The more she expressed such look, the higher desire the man arose to bully her.

Ayan also seems to think about something.

He frowned tightly and said with his low voice, "Camille , don't date guys casually and don't trust their attentive action to you because they are all up to something bad."

Camille froze without saying anything.

Ayan's turned serious and said, "Camille , answer me, you will do as I say."

"What if I can't do it?"

"You have to do it, I'm not joking with you."

She felt a little ridiculous, and she said, "Ayan, if an employee of your company quitted and left the Simpson Group, would you interfere with what they do for their next job?"

"That's not the same."

She frowned and said, "What's the difference? It's just a different metaphor, but they are the same in nature."

"Camille , I'm not exploring with you now, I'm asking you to have to do it, hmm?"

"I don't want it."

"Don't say 'no' again." He seemed so angry that his face turned blue.

Camille's stubbornness was also aroused. Ignoring the fact that they were as close as one inch, she tilted her head and said, "I said no, are you going to hit me?"

He dropped his head, his gaze narrowed slightly, gazing at her red lips that were opening and closing, and said meaningfully, "I'll kiss you if you don't say yes."

Camille was confused.

Does he know what he's talking about?

For the first time, he expressed this meaning clearly and directly.

Camille felt very awkward and uncomfortable, but since she was still in his arms, she didn't dare to move until he let go.

At this moment she said,"You can't do that."

"Why not? We're still married now and it's taken for granted." He kept staring at her and said, "If you really don't want to do it, you can say yes to me. but you keep refusing to cooperate I can assume you actually want me to kiss you?"

"No, I didn't."

"Oh? Is that so? If not why don't you promise me?"

"That's my business, and if we're both divorced, why should I do what you say?"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"But I don't need to."

He has no idea what she wants, just what he thinks is for her own good.

But Camille doesn't need it at all.

But Ayan did what he said he would do and rolled over on her directly.

Camille raised her hand to try to push away, but it was no use at all, and instead she got an answer, "Camille , at this point the more you resist the more men are interested."

She felt so helpless, "What the hell do you want to do?"

The next second, the man has lowered his head towards her further, the tips of their noses just touching, she even felt that warm hand sliding through the waist ....