Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 352 - 351: You Stole My First Kiss

So soft, and cool too.

Fiona Sutton blinked. Hmm, I never thought the sword-wielding bodyguard’s lips would taste so sweet.

However, while she was still in a daze, Yancy Hastings already looked like he had been struck by lightning.

She... this damn woman actually dared... actually dared...

Damn it, he didn’t even know how to describe it.

"Fiona Sutton!"

Yancy Hastings bellowed and abruptly flung her onto a nearby sofa.

"HISS—that hurts—"

Fiona Sutton rubbed her forehead. Why didn’t I ever notice before that the sword-wielding bodyguard was so classless?

"Sword-wielding bodyguard!"

Fiona Sutton sat up from the sofa, her eyes filled with anger.

I’ll never call him gentle again; this is just pure, unadulterated violence!

"Take a good look at who I am."

Yancy Hastings, his face dark, grabbed a cup of an unknown liquid—it could have been water or wine—from the table and splashed it across Fiona Sutton’s face.

"Sword-wielding bodyguard? I carry a gun!"

Saying this, Yancy Hastings slammed the gun he was holding onto the coffee table, his eyes blazing with anger.

This damn woman! God knows how much she’s drunk to dare to be fooling around in a place like this alone.

Is she trying to be a Gold Digger?

Tch, how many people in here are actually serious about relationships?

Although this Fiona Sutton is crude, she should be pretty smart.

Did she come here to drink her sorrows away?

Wait a minute!

What the hell am I thinking? What this woman came here for is none of my damn business!

"Just stay here by yourself. I’m done with you."

Having said this, Yancy Hastings picked up the gun from the coffee table and prepared to leave.

However, Fiona Sutton suddenly shot up, pointing at him.

"You actually took advantage of me! Give me back my first kiss!"

PFFT—

He thought he could hear the sound of himself coughing up blood.

Who exactly took advantage of whom?

No, that’s not right. A grown man like him can’t be accused of ’taking advantage’. It should be called...

Damn it.

"Fiona Sutton, you’re drunk."

Yancy Hastings rubbed his temples, where a vein throbbed. He felt like his blood vessels were about to burst.

"You’re the one who’s drunk! Ah, I get it! You thought I was drunk, so you decided to make a move on me, right?"

Furious, Fiona Sutton lunged to slap him.

But who was Yancy Hastings? He was a top figure in the Special Forces Barracks, a legend. How could she possibly land a slap on him?

So, he easily caught her hand.

Just as he was about to speak, Fiona Sutton beat him to it.

"What are you trying to do now? I’m going to scream ’molester’!"

Fiona Sutton struggled desperately to free her hand, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break free.

Oh my god, am I going to lose my virtue here?

Her face, already flushed, turned an even deeper red with anger. She anxiously tried to kick him, but he quickly and efficiently subdued her.

"Hooligan! Molester! Help!"

Her shriek nearly pierced the entire Western Street Bar, causing the onlookers huddled to one side to break out in a cold sweat.

What on earth was going on?

"Fiona Sutton!"

Yancy Hastings, unable to endure it any longer and truly baffled as to how such a scatterbrained person could exist in this world, finally snapped.

"Get lost!"

Just as Yancy Hastings was about to throw her onto the sofa again, a special forces soldier walked over, looking rather embarrassed.

"Heh heh... um... is this... your wife, Captain?"

"Wife, my ass! You think I’d be interested in such a crude woman? Damn it, does she even look like a woman?"

The vice-captain felt his own forehead darken. Crude?

Seems to me *you’re* the cruder one, Captain...