Chapter 442 Pinning Her Down on the Bed
"You're asking me? What do you wanna do?" Herman stood by the bed, hands on his hips, staring down at Shirley.
Shirley had been tossed onto the bed, her jacket slipping off her shoulders to reveal a camisole nightgown. The thin white straps clung to her beautiful shoulders, her skin marked with hickeys.
Herman saw them clearly; those were the marks he left on her last night.
His eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a strange heat spread from deep within him.
For a moment, he felt a surge of desire.
Shirley knelt on the bed, straightening her petite frame with an imposing presence, "I want Mary and Matthew to get a divorce! Since they got married, Mary’s been miserable! Can't you see that?"
Herman sneered, "What does their marriage have to do with you? Just because they're having issues now doesn't mean they won't work it out. You'll look like a fool then!"
Pointing at her, Herman added, "Can you stop doing these dumb things?"
"Who are you calling dumb?" Shirley was furious, raising her hand to hit him!
But Herman easily caught her slender wrist, as if with a little force, he could crush it!
"You wanna hit me?" Herman raised an eyebrow at Shirley.
"Let go of me!" Shirley struggled, and the other side of her jacket slipped off, pooling at her elbow, exposing her beautiful shoulders and collarbone, marked with the remnants of last night's wild passion.
Herman had intended to scold her, but seeing the marks on her body, he suddenly felt guilty and averted his eyes, coughing lightly, "I suggest you behave. If you piss Matthew off and he wants to deal with you, I won't stop him."
He released Shirley's wrist and took a step back.
Shirley noticed his expression, looked down at her body, and sneered, "Feeling guilty because you know you went too far?"
Herman remained silent.
His face darkened.
Shirley adjusted her clothes, got off the bed, and still spoke defiantly, "I'll do whatever I want. Who are you to boss me around?"
With that, she pushed past him and walked out.
Herman's temper flared!
He grabbed Shirley's wrist and pushed her back onto the bed. This time, he pinned her down, preventing her from getting up!
"Who am I? I'm the one who slept with you. Is that reason enough?" Herman uttered through gritted teeth.
He was very angry, but he didn't know why.
Maybe it was because, after what happened last night, Shirley still treated him so aggressively.
Or maybe it was because she didn't care about last night at all, as if it was just an accident. She didn't even ask him to take responsibility!
He felt something was off, but this was what he wanted.
The conflicting feelings troubled him. Looking at her face made him even more furious, and he wanted to do something.
Shirley glared at him. "Herman, what are you doing? Get off me!"
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