Chapter 444

Shelmaine straightened her back and glanced down at Samuel's hand resting on her waist. Her expression was cold and detached. "Can you take your hand off me?" Instead of complying, Samuel moved even closer, pressing against her. "Honey, are you still mad at me?" "No," she said flatly. "No means yes," Samuel replied knowingly, sensing her mood. He understood her well enough to recognize when she was upset. "What do I have to do to make it up to you? Please don't be mad at me anymore, okay?" Before Shelmaine could respond, Samuel's hands began to roam, his breath warm against her neck. She instinctively leaned back, her hands raised defensively in front of her chest, trying to maintain distance. But against Samuel's strength, her resistance was futile—her attempts to push him away were no more than a mild annoyance to him. Samuel deliberately smeared her lipstick and crumpled her dress, his arm firmly supporting her back to keep her from hitting the wardrobe behind them. His gaze bu