Joanne was clearly standing next to Lucas Brown, how could he not have seen her?

Mason Bennett looked at her, his eyes still full of confusion.

"The person I talked to the most tonight was Lucas."

So, who was she saying he was chatting and laughing with?

Bella Green felt like she was about to explode with anger.

"That woman with the big chest, slim waist, long legs, and half of her white skin exposed, throwing herself at you."

As Bella Green spoke, she was practically grinding her teeth.

Mason was stunned for a moment, and it took him quite some time to realize.

"Are you talking about that chatty woman? I don’t know her."

Mason had an innocent look on his face; apart from those last two sentences, when did he ever chat happily with that woman?

Bella Green twitched her lips and gave him two words: "Haha."

"I thought she was Lucas Brown’s date, I didn’t talk to her," Mason said seriously.

His expression was genuine, not fake at all.

And also, this man was not one to lie.

"I saw her throw herself into your arms," Bella Green believed him.

But still felt uncomfortable.

Mason furrowed his brow and, after a while, recalled something.

"She did touch the back of my hand, but she didn’t throw herself into my arms."

Mason hurriedly clarified, very seriously proving his innocence.

At the same time, feeling a bit helpless, so this little thing was being moody all night just because of this?

Bella Green raised an eyebrow, her eyes instantly sharp, quickly lifting Mason’s hand.

Then she rubbed it vigorously, as if she wished she could remove a layer of skin.

The back of his hand was a bit sore, but the smile on Mason’s lips was as sweet as honey.

His little thing was jealous...

"Mason Bennett, how dare you let another woman touch you." Bella Green glared at him, gritting her teeth, with quite some force.

As if she wouldn’t stop until she rubbed off a layer of skin.

"Yes, my mistake, next time I will stay far away so those scheming women can’t take advantage of me."

Mason nodded earnestly.

Bella Green’s pent-up frustration was dispelled, and she couldn’t help but laugh, then playfully glare at him.

"If it happens again, I’ll chop off your hand!"

Mason laughed softly: "Alright, chop it off."

It was clearly a promise, but Bella Green found it annoying no matter how she listened, and she couldn’t help but glare at him.

Then she snorted, turned over, and faced away from Mason.

That proud little gesture made Mason feel ticklish inside.

The girl had just showered, her body was scented with body wash, faint and pleasant.

This fragrance mixed with the unique scent of a young girl made Mason’s breathing quicken.

He held Bella, lowered his head, and buried his face in the crook of her neck, planting a trail of soft kisses.

The tingling sensation caused Bella to instinctively let out a short, charming sound, making Mason’s body tense even more.

The man’s kisses deepened, and finally, he simply opened his mouth and bit down hard on her collarbone.

Bella exclaimed, and before she could push Mason away, he had already retreated.

"Mason Bennett, are you part dog?" Bella held her neck, looking pitiful and wronged.

Mason’s brows furrowed slightly, feeling a bit remorseful.

It seemed he had bitten too hard, making his little one cry.

He quickly pulled her over, starting to undo her collar...