Belinda Howard lifted her head, pursed her pink lips slightly, and spoke softly, "Anthony…"
Fenton Stuart curved his lips into a satisfied smile, totally calm in contrast to her panic.
"I should go downstairs." The atmosphere was too tense for her, and she always felt that if someone were to burst in suddenly, they would seem like they were caught in the act of an affair, a feeling she didn't like.
She pushed him away and turned to leave.
Fenton Stuart quickly followed, and at the moment she reached for the doorknob, he extended his hand and pinned her against the door.
Being so close to him, Belinda Howard's heart thumped even harder, a sound Fenton Stuart could clearly hear.
But he just liked her looking this way.
He lifted his hand, tilting her chin up so she looked straight at him, "I'll take you down in a little while."
After speaking, without waiting for her reaction, he swiftly leaned down and pressed his lips onto her soft pink lips…
