"David... I feel terrible..."
Leslie Howard’s soft and fragrant body nestled into David Redington’s embrace, actively clinging to his shoulder.
The man’s originally icy eyes turned into ink-blue lakes when he heard the woman’s delicate whimper.
With a large hand holding her slender waist, and the other supporting the woman’s tender backside, David Redington prevented her from sliding down.
"I’m here." He said in a low voice.
"Mm, I know... I hid behind the sofa, afraid it wasn’t you... Luckily, it was you."
Leslie Howard’s mind seed a bit hazy, her speech was fragnted and disconnected, but if you listened closely, you could tell that even at a ti like this, she recognized him.
After Iris Yates left, Leslie Howard endured the unbearable trembling all over her body, left the big bed, and hid away.
Afraid the person entering wouldn’t be David Redington, she even turned off the lights on purpose, wanting to lock herself in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, turning off the lights had taken up most of her strength, and she barely reached the sofa before her legs gave way, and she collapsed.
Luckily...
David Redington arrived faster than she imagined.
Luckily, when the door opened, she imdiately recognized her boyfriend by the blurry figure in the pitch black.
Leslie Howard, having heard Iris Yates’ words, knew David Redington would co to rescue her.
Yet despite this, she was still scared in her heart.
Her breathing grew heavier, her skin hotter, fearful that if soone else entered, she would...
"Thankfully it’s you, thankfully..." Leslie Howard buried her head into David’s shoulder, inhaling the familiar and cool scent of the man.
Such reassurance, such fascination for her.
Never before had Leslie Howard felt so fragile.
And never before had she wanted David Redington so much.
The beloved woman threw herself into his arms, still restlessly writhing in his embrace, even her voice when speaking sounded more coquettish and alluring than usual.
This kind of Leslie, tempting him, had already made the man’s breathing short, and his lower abdon tense.
Still, the drugged Leslie Howard couldn’t remain at ease, "Help ... mm... it feels bad..."
"..." David Redington’s gaze deepened, his slightly rough hand supported her backside, itching to knead.
"Be good, I’ll carry you out first."
This room had hidden caras, and although David Redington didn’t mind public intimacy with Leslie Howard, he didn’t want to be soone else’s spectacle.
Moreover, this room would still serve a purpose later.
The Wallace family wanted to plot against his woman, well, let the Wallace family’s eldest daughter reap what she sowed.
David Redington hoisted Leslie Howard up, holding her securely with one hand.
Unaware of Redington’s plan, Leslie Howard wrapped her arms around his neck, unintentionally clamping her legs around his waist, still writhing on him, trying to burrow deeper into his embrace.
Her slender eyes were already wet with tears, carrying a misty haze.
David Redington lowered his head and gave her a peck, "Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want soon."
Heaven knows when he said this, his lower abdon was tense, his arm muscles bulged, and his voice low and hoarse, it took all his self-control not to press her against the door and love her fiercely.
The man’s cold blue eyes hidden with blazing fire.
He opened the door with one hand, carrying the restless woman out.
Just as the door opened, he saw a subordinate carrying an unconscious woman coming from the other end of the corridor.
The hotel general manager quickly reported, "Young Master, Winona Wallace has already been knocked out and brought down. You were right, there are 10 rooms on the 22nd Floor, all of which were recently occupied by the Wallace family or people connected to them. We’ve already found hidden caras in the rooms. And Room 2309, there was a receiver; when we went in, Winona Wallace hadn’t had a chance to open it, so she shouldn’t have seen the contents."
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