Chapter 935 Being Special Has Nothing to Do With Love

"Ah!" Kisa shrieked. She quickly put her arms around his neck, "What... What're you doing?" "Didn't I say we're continuing our unfinished business?" The man smirked and carried her to the bedroom. Gilbert closed the heavy curtains, and they were isolated from the hustling and bustling world outside. Their tiny bedroom became a space for them to have a good time. Clothes were scattered on the floor as the soft, large bed shook. Every time they did this, Kisa would think to herself, 'This man must be really interested in my body. Otherwise, why'd he always ask for it like he's gone mad? I'm only now understanding that he can do such things even though he doesn't love me; he's purely interested in my body, and that's why he's so engrossed in it. To him, this is probably what slightly sets me apart from other women, only slightly. However, me being 'special' to him has nothing to do with love. For instance, we've known each other since childhood, so this is what makes me special to