A Night of Desire-Chapter 161: I’m a Masochist, I Came Up Here for a Scolding, Alright?

’She just doesn’t see it that way at all!’

’If Miles were the one who came to check on her, I bet her attitude would be completely different, wouldn’t it?’

The more he thought about it, the lower Seth Quinn’s spirits sank. He blurted out resentfully, "I’m a glutton for punishment. I came up here just to get an earful, alright?!"

"..."

Clara Grant bit her lip. She wanted to laugh, and in fact, she did.

’Who would have thought that the high-and-mighty, narcissistic, and arrogant Seth Quinn could also have such a childish side?’

Seth Quinn turned his head to look at the woman, who was now laughing without a care in the world.

She was trying to stifle her smile, lightly biting her lip, but the corners of her eyes, tilted up at him, seemed to dance with playful affection.

’Suddenly, he wanted to pounce on her and kiss her fiercely—as a punishment, and as a sign of...’

’Longing!’

Even though they had only just argued yesterday, he still missed her terribly. The moment he saw her in a bind, he wanted to step in and solve it. He was afraid something might have happened to her upstairs, so he’d rushed up to check on her...

Clara Grant started to feel uneasy under his intense gaze. She finally stopped smiling and was about to say something, but before she could get a word out, a shadow flickered before her eyes, and the man was standing right in front of her.

The next second, he leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

"Mmph..." Clara Grant only had time for a muffled protest before he captured her lips, kissing her deeply, possessively.

’Did this man really come up here just to pick a fight and then kiss me?’

He cradled her jaw with one hand while the other slipped into her hair to hold her head steady. Clara Grant couldn’t pull away even if she tried.

Every time he kissed her, he couldn’t help but get handsy, and that would inevitably lead to him wanting her. A little panicked, Clara Grant raised her hands to push him away.

The moment her hands touched his chest, Seth Quinn pulled back slightly from her lips. He was breathing heavily as he whispered, "Don’t move. Relax, I won’t do anything. I’ll just kiss you."

Clara Grant knew you couldn’t trust a man’s words. Plenty of girls had lost their virginity because they’d foolishly believed lines like, "Don’t worry, I’ll just put the tip in."

She knew she should push him away right then and there, but for some reason, his words made her resolve soften. Her hands remained pressed against his chest, but without any real force behind them.

Sensing she was no longer resisting, Seth Quinn let out a soft, satisfied sigh and deepened the kiss.

As always, Seth Quinn’s kiss was passionate and not exactly G-rated.

Before long, the kiss left Clara Grant flushed and breathless, her heart pounding and her mind a complete blank. She was lost in the moment.

Seth Quinn was just as lost in it. As the kiss grew more heated, a certain part of him instinctively stirred and rose to attention.

But he forced himself to suppress his body’s natural reaction. His hands remained respectfully in place, not straying an inch.

Just as their kiss was reaching a fever pitch, a ringtone shattered the mood.

Seth Quinn’s brow furrowed slightly, but he showed no intention of answering the phone. The intensity and passion of his kiss didn’t diminish in the slightest.

The ringtone pulled Clara Grant back to her senses. As her thoughts slowly returned, she blushed and pushed Seth Quinn away forcefully, panting, "Your... your phone... Answer it..."

Forced to part from her soft lips, Seth Quinn’s eyes were dazed and filled with a raw desire that only made him look all the more captivating.

He pulled out his phone with a dissatisfied scowl. But upon seeing the name flashing on the screen, he answered it.