Angelia cried out with a panic and hurriedly covered her chest.

The warm water kept falling on her body and flowing down her smooth skin.

Jonathan didn't expect that there was such a perfect figure under the heavy wedding dress.

His eyes were lingering on her. When he saw that she was still wearing jean, his face felt.

'Does her still want to escape?'

Anger pervaded his eyes. Jonathan suddenly jerked Angelia over and their bodies were close together.

Under his palms were her smooth and delicate skin, slender waist and long arms.

His broad palm cruised along her back to her waist, and gently grasped it. He felt that her waist was really thin and almost could be covered by his two hands.

"Don't..."

Angelia lowered her head and resisted in a low voice.

The arms put on her waist were tighter. The two people's bodies got close again, more intimate than before.

He reached out his hand and raised Angelia's sweet face, tears filling with her eyes.

"Isn't that what you want?"

Angelia shook her head sharply.

"No... No…"

"I want you to remember your own identity. And I am your husband."

"At least for now."

He added. Then he sank his head and kissed Angelia's sweet and cool lips. The tip of his tongue forcibly broke through the defense of her teeth and entered into her mouth. His tongue entwined her tongue wildly and swept all the corners of her mouth.

"No…Hmm…"

If she had known that becoming Claudia Hunk would be treated like this, she would have preferred to stay in the small dark room all the time.

Angelia wanted to push him away, but her strength couldn't compete with him at all.

She was held in Jonathan's arms, and it seemed that he wanted to put his own marks on her.

Angelia was forced to look up, tears falling from the corner of her eyes and flowing into the water, at last disappearing.

'Jon…'

'Where are you, Jon?'

After the kiss, Jonathan finally let her go. Her jeans had been taken off while they were busy kissing.

Angelia's long white legs were exposed.

Jonathan tore off her trousers, leaving her white clothes only.

"No!"

Angelia screamed and pushed the person in front of her.

But her strength couldn't shake him at all!

"Don't…Don't do this to me..."

She punched his chest hard, tears flowing from the end of her eyes and disappearing into the water.

Jonathan looked down at the woman in his arms, with the lust hidden in his eyes that he hadn't found himself.

"Don't do this?"

His hands stroked her waist, making Angelia's scream.

"Or that?"

Jonathan's voice, a little hoarse, got close to her ear.

"You want it, don't you?"

'No...'

'I don't…'

Angelia shook her head.

Seeing that she was still stubborn, Jonathan showed a little indifference in his eyes. He drew back his hand and released her mercilessly.

Angelia stood unsteadily and almost fell to the ground. She grabbed Jonathan hurriedly.

Jonathan's hands didn't move, and his eyes were filled with sarcastic smile.

"Look, who wants it now?"

As Angelia's palm suddenly became hot, she quickly took it back.

But then, a pair of strong arms suddenly scooped her up and took her to the bathtub.

"Now, let me see if you really worth 24 million."