Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
he said, voice rich with entitlement, as he sidled closer, placing a hand possessively on her waist.
Julie’s body went rigid, a flicker of distaste flashing across her face before she forced a thin smile. She turned slightly, sidestepping his grip. “Behave, Young Master Wallace,” she said, her voice icy yet composed.
Undeterred, Wallace chuckled, leaning closer as he once more placed his hand on her waist, this time with a quiet possessiveness that felt like a weight on her shoulders. Julie’s face flushed in frustration, but she held her composure, biting down her resentment in silence. She could not afford to make a scene, not here, not with both families watching.