The next day.
"Mmm..."
Leslie Howard, feeling utterly languid and soft, unconsciously turned over on the large bed, letting out a comfortable soft sigh.
When she heard her own nearly coquettish moan, she suddenly realized that sothing was wrong.
Underneath her was the silky touch, like sleeping on a cloud.
And behind her, sothing seed to be moving.
Leslie Howard suddenly awoke with a start.
When she opened her eyes, the room was filled with sunlight spilling in through the large floor-to-ceiling window.
In front of her was a white velvet bed.
Behind her, at her waist, a pair of large male hands were gently caressing.
A series of kisses, light and scattered, landed on the small of her back.
The sensations in front and behind were clear indicators to her.
At this mont, she was not wearing any clothes.
She was lying completely naked on the large bed.
The mories before the drug took effect last night flooded her mind, and Leslie Howard relaxed with a slight sigh of relief.
She rembered now, the last mory she had was seeing David Redington enter in the darkness before she fell into his arms.
"David..." Leslie felt the man’s breath behind her beco shallow, and she quickly called his na to remind him that she was awake.
"Mm." However, the man behind her did not intend to stop just like that.
His kisses gradually intensified, slowly moving downward.
"I’m awake..." Leslie twisted her waist to avoid him.
But as soon as she moved, she couldn’t help but hiss.
The soreness between her legs made her frown.
Not to ntion, her waist was aching as if it were about to break.
Last night... how intense was it!?
"Honey, last night you were very passionate." David seed to have guessed what she was thinking and mischievously left a kiss on her slender waist.
Feeling his breath and bites at the dimple of her waist, Leslie only felt squirmy, numbing, and itchy.
"You... hold on a mont..." ntioning last night, Leslie thought of the Wallace family’s arrangents.
She still had a lot to ask David.
The woman barely managed to turn around in David’s arms.
The man who had been hugging her from behind and causing trouble at her waist for a mont let go of his mischievous girlfriend.
David lay back and gently pulled her into his arms, letting her lie on his broad and solid chest.
This position was quite comfortable and easy to cuddle.
Leslie snuggled closer, rubbing her face into his neck.
But as soon as she moved, David’s large hand gave her a light smack on her bottom.
The man’s gaze darkened, his deep blue eyes like the sea.
"Behave a little, stop trying to seduce all the ti." he said, his voice low and husky.
How was she being naughty, how was she trying to seduce him all the ti!
Leslie felt very wronged; she just wanted to adjust to a comfortable position.
She glared at him coquettishly: "Mr. Redington, stop overthinking, then you won’t feel like I’m... seducing you."
David smiled: "That might be difficult; the mont I see you, I can’t help but overthink."
Leslie: "..."
David: "Of course, it’s easier to overthink when I can’t see you."
Alright, Leslie admitted defeat this ti.
David’s ability to speak sweet words was indeed more impressive than she imagined.
You couldn’t tell at all that he had never had any romantic experience before this.
Leslie didn’t quite know how to respond to such sweet talk, and simply changed the subject to plead: "Alright, can we talk about serious matters now? I was drugged last night, you should be quite aware... but actually, it’s a conspiracy, my mother seems to be hiding sothing, plotting against and plotting against you and even the Wallace family."
[Next Chapter around 19:30]
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