"Mmm..."
Christine Quinn kept patting Skyler Jones’s back until he released her.
She stood before him, breathing heavily, seeing his fervent gaze that was so intense and unusual.
Her heart began to race, as if standing on the edge of a high-altitude bungee jump, her knees slightly weak.
He suddenly embraced her waist, again pressing his lips to hers like a storm, capturing her gasp, drowning her reason.
This kiss, too deep, too wonderful, too dangerous... unlike the teasing, provocative, testing feeling from last ti, this ti, he carried a strong desire...
His kiss boldly and passionately slid downward, recklessly savoring her beauty. When Christine let her guard down, he scooped her up horizontally...
This man, she really had no strength to resist.
Morning.
Christine Quinn slowly woke from her sleep.
Her cheeks were flushed as she instinctively glanced at the spot beside her.
The other side of the bed was empty, without a trace.
Suddenly, the unfamiliar color of the sheets, the unknown interior decor, and the ambiguously pink-dominated surroundings gradually brought her back to reality...
She finally realized she had been dreaming.
It had been such a long, long dream, and everything in it had actually happened... except, the dream was about sothing that had taken place a long ti ago.
She hadn’t expected herself to still rember, and so vividly, that even after waking up, she thought she was still in the past with him...
It was so embarrassing, how could she think of such things...
Cheeks burning hot, Christine Quinn covered her flushed face and sat up.
"Awake?"
The sudden low, llow voice of a man startled Christine Quinn.
Christine Quinn jerked her gaze upward, eting eyes with Skyler Jones who was shaving.
Skyler Jones apparently noticed Christine Quinn’s flushed cheeks, his brows slightly furrowed, "What’s wrong? Are you sick?"
If he knew what she had just been thinking, she’d have no face to live in this world...
At this mont, Christine Quinn just wanted to crawl into a small box and hide from it all, but luckily he didn’t know anything.
She deliberately turned her head, vaguely responding, "A bit uncomfortable."
"Did you forget how badly you sleep? You fell off the couch last night and slept on the carpet all night... how could you feel comfortable now?"
Skyler Jones finished speaking and walked into the bathroom to continue shaving.
Christine Quinn annoyedly slapped her own forehead. It was embarrassing to get teased by him, but since when was her sleeping posture so bad? He used to say her sleeping posture was cute!
Wait, why did she think of things from the past with him again? Lately, it seed to happen more frequently...
So puzzling!!
Christine Quinn irritably flung off the covers and jumped out of bed.
Only after jumping off the bed did she realize she was still wearing his shirt, and at that mont, he just happened to walk out of the bathroom, his gaze resting directly on her.
Her whole body was draped only in his oversized shirt, her long legs exposed, and although she knew he felt nothing for her, standing so ambiguously in front of him made her feel very embarrassed and awkward.
"Uh, I..."
Skyler Jones’s gaze naturally shifted away, as it had last night, and he said flatly, "The hotel staff already pressed your clothes from last night and sent them over. They’re in the bathroom... Change and then co out; I have sothing to discuss with you."
For so reason, when Skyler Jones’s gaze passed over her without a hint of interest, she felt a strange sense of loss flowing inside her.
Her hand tightly gripped the hem of his shirt, lowered her head, and walked into the bathroom.
Not long after, Christine Quinn finished freshening up and changing her clothes before walking out of the bathroom.
Skyler Jones had already changed into casual clothes, sitting on the couch, holding a glass of red wine, seemingly waiting for her.
Christine Quinn, who rarely saw Skyler Jones in casual wear, couldn’t help but feel a little dazed.
The usually reserved and steady him, at this mont, shed his usual rigid and serious suit, instantly making him feel much younger.
In fact, over the past decade, ti hadn’t left many traces on his handso face; he was just as deep as ever, unlike Howard Geoffrey’s calculated sophistication, his depth was accumulated from the darkness he had experienced over the years.
Christine Quinn sat on the couch opposite Skyler Jones. "Hmm, what do you want to talk to about?"
"There’s sothing I want you to tell Becca for ."
"Becca?"
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