"I don’t want to talk to you, I’m going to change clothes, I want to leave." Desperate to avoid the topic, Rebecca Quentin intended to rush into the bathroom.
In this crucial second, Howard Geoffrey swiftly caught Rebecca Quentin’s body and pressed her against the door behind her.
Rebecca Quentin tried to twist the door lock open, but Howard Geoffrey held her hands with one of his, skillfully locking the room door, pressing his body against her.
He had just finished bathing, and there were tiny droplets of water still not dried on his body.
At this moment of close contact, these droplets felt like flames transforming on his body, finally burning closely to her.
She felt his breath was hot, and at such a close range, she could clearly sense the strong desire exuding from his body...
She always knew how wolf-like he would be when he wanted to do that...
"Don’t do something we can’t take back." She reminded them about their current relationship.
Howard Geoffrey propped one hand beside her head and asked with interest, "What do you mean by something we can’t take back? If such a thing was truly irreversible, then we probably already have countless irreversibles!"
"Pervert!" Rebecca Quentin blushed as red as a ripe persimmon, shyly turning to the side.
Howard Geoffrey especially liked seeing Rebecca Quentin looking all puffed up like a child when she got angry like now; he suddenly released the hand he was holding her with.
Suddenly freed from restraint, just as Rebecca Quentin was relieved that he still had some sense, his kisses rained down on her overwhelmingly.
Urgent and numerous, she couldn’t catch her breath and could only grab his collar with her hand. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
He was bare-chested, so naturally, she didn’t even get hold of a piece of cloth to call for help, and finally that hand clutching the fabric seemed to crawl on Howard Geoffrey’s chest, adding more ambiguity.
Rebecca Quentin felt like a dying person unable to struggle, "Don’t... don’t do this..."
But Howard Geoffrey disregarded it all, heedless of everything, driven solely by the body’s desire, desperately wanting her.
No matter what, in this life, she could only be his!
His breath rushed past her ear, a familiar numbing heat, her body resisted in his arms, surrounded entirely by his domineering aura, full of his plunder.
When kissing the corner of her eye, his lips touched a salty wetness...
His actions gradually slowed down, his eyes clouded by desire slowly regained clarity, focusing on her long lashes wetted in those profound eyes.
Encircling her body, he pulled the slightly trembling her towards himself, "Silly girl, what’s there to cry about?"
Rebecca Quentin gritted her teeth and said, "If you’d just dared... dared..."
Howard Geoffrey wiped away the tear trail at the corner of Rebecca Quentin’s eye, smiling, "I merely wanted to tease you..."
Rebecca Quentin’s gaze shot over, "Was it you who brought those..." still unable to speak out.
Howard Geoffrey’s handsome face broke into a broader smile, "If I really wanted, why would I need to prepare this?"
Indeed, in the past, he didn’t care much for this stuff!
Discussing such topics with a man, a woman is always the losing party...
Her face turned red to her ears, Rebecca Quentin abruptly pushed Howard Geoffrey away.
Howard Geoffrey did not make things difficult any further, watching with a smile as she hurried into the bathroom.
When Rebecca Quentin came out of the bathroom after changing, she saw Howard Geoffrey lying on the bed, still in the same clothes, as if intending to rest here.
Rebecca Quentin stood at the foot of the bed, asking calmly, "Are you going back or not?"
Howard Geoffrey was pretending to rest with his eyes closed, his voice low as he answered, "You should know by listening to the rain outside, I can’t go back now." The typhoon should have arrived by now, and being by the seaside, not to mention that the coastal roads are dangerously windy, even in such heavy rain, the roads are hard to navigate.
Rebecca Quentin glanced towards the window.
Indeed, the heavy rain outside landed on the transparent glass, then slid down heavily, finally mixing together, making the window blurry and impossible to see through.
Driving in such rain is truly dangerous.
"I’ll ask the hotel staff to see if they know when the typhoon will stop."
Howard Geoffrey nodded. With this heavy rain, he wasn’t worried about her running around.
After about ten minutes, Rebecca Quentin returned to the room, sitting dejectedly on the sofa in the room, looking at the pouring rain outside, feeling annoyed.
Howard Geoffrey, not sure when he got up from the bed, in a robe, hugged her from behind, "What’s wrong?"