Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 355 - 354: I am indeed reminiscing
Fiona Sutton: ...!!!
Damn it, this guy is definitely being a creep.
"Yancy Hastings, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Can he just toss around such suggestive words like that?
"Every word I say is true; there’s no falsehood."
Yancy Hastings touched his lips and seductively winked at Fiona Sutton.
Damn it!
Fiona Sutton felt goosebumps erupt all over. She had a premonition that she’d probably freeze to death this winter.
"Hehe!"
Fiona Sutton didn’t believe a word of it. Just look at him, with that lecherous look, tsk tsk.
"I quite enjoyed reminiscing."
Yancy Hastings adjusted his clothes and casually sat on the couch.
Fiona Sutton waved dismissively, her face full of disbelief.
But just as she waved her hand, fragmented images suddenly flashed through her mind.
The guard with a dagger...
Yancy Hastings...
The kiss...
Damn it, why were these inexplicable memories surfacing in her mind? Why did it seem like she had initiated a kiss with Yancy Hastings? What the hell.
"Yancy Hastings, I swear I’ll make you pay!"
Fiona Sutton roared and lunged at Yancy Hastings, latching onto him and wildly scratching and flailing her arms.
"What are you doing? Stop this nonsense."
Yancy Hastings easily restrained Fiona Sutton, his eyes seething with anger.
"You degenerate! You’re a disgrace to the military!"
Fiona Sutton yelled. Heavens, what kind of person was he? He was an absolute degenerate. She used to think Yancy Hastings was just a bit despicable and looked down on people, but otherwise fairly decent. But now, she took it all back. Damn it, he was still a degenerate, a soldier-brute!
Seeing her yelling like this, Yancy Hastings shook his head, leaned in again, and kissed her soundly.
Mmph...
Fiona Sutton’s eyes widened, somewhat unable to believe what was happening.
What... what just happened? Damn it, she’d been kissed by surprise! Ugh, no, not by surprise—he’d kissed her openly and brazenly. This kiss was different from the one at the Western Street Bar. She wasn’t dazed; there were no memory gaps.
The soft touch of his lips, mixed with his potent masculine aura, flooded her senses. Fiona Sutton’s mind went blank for a moment. She didn’t know what to do or where to put her hands.
After a long moment, Yancy Hastings let her go.
"I’ve kissed you back," he said. "Now we’re even."
Fiona Sutton flushed beet red, all the blood rushing to her face, making her cheeks burn.
"You bastard."
She slapped him across the face, quickly retreated, and, clutching her clothes, ran into the bathroom.
After quickly changing, Fiona Sutton flung open the bathroom door with a SWISH.
"Yancy Hastings, I never want to see you again as long as I live! Damn it, if I see you, I’ll hit you. Every single time!"
With that, Fiona Sutton turned, yanked open the hotel room door, and fled the scene.
Yancy Hastings sat dumbfounded on the couch, touching his stinging cheek.
This Fiona Sutton is surprisingly strong. She really doesn’t hold back.
Yancy Hastings sucked in a sharp breath, rubbing his stinging cheek.
Fiona Sutton ran frantically out of the hotel, scrubbing at her lips relentlessly, as if trying to erase every trace Yancy Hastings had left.
Standing on the street, when she received Charles Northwood’s call, her tears finally burst forth uncontrollably.
"Where are you?"
Charles Northwood’s anxious voice came through the phone, slightly hoarse. Listening to his voice, it sounded like the guard with the dagger was genuinely ill.
