Lawrence nearly jumped up.
His eyes widened, wanting to speak, but a finger blocked his lips. Roy smiled, made a hush gesture, and bent down to kiss his brow.
"Dear Morris, I forgive your previous attitude, because my heart is still surging with the flames of love."
Roy recited the lines in a tender tone, his knee gently rubbing against the bulge between his legs, occasionally pressing maliciously.
"As long as you apologize to me, we can be like before."
She leaned down to embrace him, her warm soft breasts pressing tightly against Lawrence's tense chest. Lawrence was breathing heavily, backing away, his head hitting the chair's armrest, making his eyes blur with pain.
But it didn't matter.
His suffering, in the eyes of everyone, was just Morris's normal reaction.
