Nothing would have happened last night if she hadn't been nosy.

"I'm glad you sent me here," Wilson whispered while leaning in closer to her. "If not, we wouldn't be as intimate as we used to be…"

Slap!

Clara slapped him hard. A red mark soon formed on Wilson's face.

However, he acted as if he didn't feel any pain. "Go on and hit me more if you feel a slap isn't enough to vent your anger. You can't deny that you also had feelings for me. Even though I was drunk, I still remember everything you said. You said that…"

"Stop it! Shut up!" Clara covered her ears. She didn't want to hear him out anymore. Every word he said only made her think of that moment last night, making her feel even more pathetic.

She didn't want him, but she couldn't control her pathetic body.

He took her hands and placed them beside her. He continued to whisper what she had said last night.

"Clara, don't resist me since you still have feelings for me. I'll be good to you, I swear. I won't hurt you anym