Chapter 15 Relive It Then

Emma felt nervous, turned slowly, and saw Kevin wearing a loose thin sweater. His long legs were stepping into the huge kitchen lazily, sounding slightly heavy.

Probably because he had just gotten up from bed, his short hair was slightly sloppy, but it did not affect his handsomeness, and even made him sexier.

This image, if seen by the many of his secret admirers, might make them screaming out loud on the spot.

Of course, Emma would not admit that he was handsome. She only felt that his face showed his over-indulgence. His extremely dark deep pupils manifested clearly that he was lustful. Only a glance of his eyes could tell that he was full of desires.

Drawing back her gaze after a quick glance, she took a glass of water to drink.

Kevin glanced at her coldly, noticing her standing in front of the sink and drinking water with her lips slightly open. Her white neck appeared with a perfect curve due to swallowing, and the simple act of drinking water exuded temptation unintentionally, causing his body to quickly tighten.

A different kind of passion gradually spread all over his body.

He had to admit that Emma's pure little face had a fatal attraction for him.

Although he was not a man who liked to restrict himself, he never indulged, not to mention indulge in a woman. Given this reason, since he imprisoned her, he had not touched her again but kept himself accompanied by other women.

To him, women were the same.

But the tricky thing was his principle was challenged this time.

Even if Nancy Swan, the sexy seductive woman, stripped off in front of him, he was lack of interest. This woman, however, even her action of drinking water was enough to trigger his desire.

"It seems that I've been too kind to you that you still have the mood to cook here."

Dissatisfied with his overly strong reaction to the woman, Kevin spoke coldly. His long legs walked towards her.

He approached her with a woman's perfume.

Emma frowned, with the deepest hatred for the man who had repeatedly raped her and imprisoned her. She opened her lips, saying banteringly, "Isn't Mr. Jackson having a pleasant time with your cute lover? How can you end up in the kitchen so soon? Your happiness really lasts short."

With Kevin's identity, he was easy to get the derision in her words. That was the most utter insult to a man.

He frowned immediately, along with the rage growing from the bottom of his heart.

"Slap—"

Kevin's palm pressed on the sink. He lowered his head to stare at her, biting his teeth and saying the following word for word, "Short? Aren't you aware of how long I can last?"

"I don't know."

"Is that so? Then how about we revive it?" As he spoke, he pinched her chin.

Emma was never a talkative and aggressive person. She only satirized him out of great rage, but now he was irritated and she was involved to bear the consequence.

She was a little flustered, turned her face silently, and walked aside.

Kevin, however, did not let her go but pulled her to him. Regardless of a large number of people in the kitchen, he put his hands into her clothes. Emma's face was white, pushing him away as well as apologizing in a low voice, "I made a mistake, Mr. Jackson."

For days, she had been imprisoned and lost her temper ever since. So apologizing meant nothing to her.

"Who told you that you would be forgiven after you admit your mistakes? You are too naive!"

Kevin coldly snorted, pressed her firmly against his chest, and lifted her stubbornly closed lips to kiss.

"Master, the dishes are ready."

The maid's voice came from behind.

"I'll deal with you later!"

Hearing this, Kevin pushed Emma away, threatening her before walking toward the long dining table.