Chapter 172

Hearing Ashton's worried voice outside the private room, Yvette instinctively wanted to leave. But Wilson held her even tighter, his large hand wickedly rubbing her slender waist. "Do you think your fiancé will be angry if he sees us like this?" Upon hearing this, Yvette finally understood why he acted so strangely today. He had mistakenly assumed Ashton was her fiancé. That was also why he lost control of himself. As she thought about that forceful and domineering kiss earlier, Yvette's ears couldn't help but reddened. The stinging sensation on her lips reminded her of what that kiss felt like. Outside the private room, Ashton's increasingly anxious calls rang. Yvette could only lift her beautiful eyes and stared at Wilson. "Let me go first," she says. She tried to shake off the man's grip, but Wilson only tightened his hold on her waist. His mesmerizing eyes filled with possessiveness. "I won't let you go to him," he said. Yvette sighed deeply, frowning at him. Wilson lowere