Bab 270: Chapter 269: Listening to that kind of voice, there's a kind of illusion of being loved by him

She slowly lifted her head, looking at Trenton Smith, and said word by word: "Don't take out the anger you received from others on me. Trenton Smith, I'm not your punching bag."

Trenton Smith's pupils contracted slightly because of her words and he let go of her hand.

Norris Moore breathed a sigh of relief and then walked out.

Before she could take a step, the man's hand wrapped around her arm once more, pushing her against the smooth bathroom wall. His other hand grabbed her face, and he leaned down, kissing her somewhat roughly on the lips.

Norris winced in pain, furrowing her eyebrows and struggling to pry his arm off, "You..."

But now, she couldn't say a word.

The bath towel fell to the ground during the struggle, and her body was pressed between the cold bathroom wall and his suit. The contrast between the cold wall and his warm chest made Norris feel tense within his breath.