I was also angry, so I deliberately exasperated him by saying, "Yes, he is handsome, rich, and gentle. He is far better than you."
"Well."
"He is well-built and does well in sex. Thank you for not marrying me."
Alan's eyes darkened.
"When I marry him, I'll invite you to be the officiant..."
Before I could finish my words, he lowered his head to bite my lips fiercely. His hands did not stop moving, and then my wrists were tightly pinned above my head. He looked down at me.
I turned my head away stubbornly. Then he grabbed my chin directly with cold eyes, "Go on."
"Bastard." I got angry and said, "Let me go."
"Beg me." His fingertips traced my neck and went all the way down.
After all, we had been together before, and he knew all my sensitive points. He touched me roughly.
Suddenly, his cell phone rang loudly, and I saw it was from Fay Baker, his fiancée.
That was perfect.
Alan's eyes were dark. After a few seconds of pause, he let me go, answered the call and turned to leave.
It took a while to untie the knot on my wrist.
I locked the door to make sure Alan couldn't come in again, then turned on the computer and entered a URL.
The system was online.
I asked it, "Didn't he and I break up amicably?"