Unfortunately, before Gillian could move a hitch, Augustus stretched out his hand and pressed her down domineeringly; his deep eyes fell on Gillian’s face. “Gillian, do you have anything to say to me?” Augustus pronounces calmly. 

The more each second ticked, the more Augustus’ hands stroked Gillian’s waist sensually, making her face flushed into deep red. 

 Gillian’s face turned so red; it was as if she was about to turn into a tomato; her voice was low and pitiful, and she emitted while blinking innocently, “Young master. Augustus. That. Luke likes talking nonsense. You can’t believe his words.” She pitifully bemoaned. 

 Augustus' lips curved upon seeing the woman’s pitiful expression....