บท 45: 045: If you don't want to, get out! (3)

She glanced at the man, "Or do you simply dislike women? Are you snagging those women just as a cover-up, in reality, you are a G-a-y?"

Tara Summer emphasized the last word, watching the man's face turn increasingly pale, her laughter grew louder and more unrestrained.

"Haha, the high and mighty Master Liam, he is a G-a-y! This is news, big news..."

Liam Yancey narrowed his eyes, his black pupils ominous, the thick coldness converged at the bottom of his eyes, the murderous aura was savage.

"Say that again?!" He curled his thin lips, contempt shining in his eyes, his grim expression put someone's heart in their mouth.

The hand gripping her neck suddenly loosened, and he looked at her small face, his eyes wicked. When Tara Summer was catching her breath, he pushed her down on the large bed.

The male physique came down on top of her, the immense weight caused Tara Summer, who had just caught her breath, to wheeze again.