Chapter 297

Mayra pounded on Anderson's shoulder. The last time she fell for it was just a light touch. He went too far this time. He restlessly lifted the hem of her shirt, his rough, hot palm pressed against her delicate waist. Mayra held her breath as her mind turned blank when he pinned her down, leaving her no room to move. Mayra writhed and groaned as he caught hold of her free hand. Unable to bear it, Mayra bit his lips, and Anderson let her go. He looked at her anxious expression. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were red and wet from the kiss, looking more enticing. "Anderson, you jerk!" Mayra raised her hand, but before it landed on him, he grabbed it. "Let me go." Obeying her, he let go of her hand. "You dare to hit me?" Hearing that, Mayra immediately felt wronged, and tears streamed down her face. She didn't dare to hit him. She angrily got up from him and wiped off his kiss from her lips forcefully. "Get out, I don't want t