Before Nina Sinclair could think any further, he had already lowered his head to kiss her.
Nina Sinclair’s head buzzed immediately.
The man’s large hands skillfully found their way to her collar, unbuttoning her clothes one by one.
His scorching breath sprayed across her neck, making Nina Sinclair feel itchy and wanting to evade, but right now, the man on top of her was like a mountain, dominantly trapping her, making it impossible for her to go anywhere.
Tension, fear, dread, and many other emotions swirled in her mind.
It wasn’t the fear of intimacy with Julian Lancaster, they were married after all; doing these things was normal.
She was afraid of what would happen if Julian Lancaster found out she wasn’t a virgin.
What would he think? Would he consider her a dirty woman?
If he questioned her about who took her virginity, how was she supposed to answer then?
Nina Sinclair’s entire body tensed up, stiffening drastically, and every pore emanated a resistant aura.
Upon feeling a chill on her chest, Nina Sinclair reflexively retracted her hands and held them tightly over herself, anxiously saying, "Wait, Julian... I, I’m not ready yet."
She was afraid to face his disappointed, shocked eyes, unable to carry on with him any further.
Julian Lancaster took a deep breath, got up from her, and then sat by her side with a cold, somber gaze, also trying to calm himself down.
Nina Sinclair could hardly muster the courage to lift her head to look at him, continuously lowering her head, and said, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, can you give me some time? When I’m ready, I will... be with you."
Upon hearing Nina Sinclair apologize, Julian Lancaster furrowed his brows tightly.
He wasn’t angry with Nina Sinclair but rather upset with himself for leaving a bad impression, causing her resistance to his closeness now.
She currently faced him with pure defensiveness, unwilling to take another step forward or accept him.
He took a deep breath and reached out to help Nina Sinclair button up her clothes.
"No need to say sorry."
It was his fault for not providing Nina Sinclair with a better experience and for casting a shadow over her heart; he deserved it.
Seeing Julian Lancaster not blame her, Nina Sinclair felt even more remorseful. The source of this content ɪs NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet
She had a reckless impulse to tell Julian Lancaster everything, to confess what she had done.
But if she did, it might be the end for them.
Even if not the end, there would be a thorn buried in the heart, occasionally touched, causing a bloody mess.
She didn’t want to endure such painful torture; just thinking about it felt suffocating.
The two conflicting emotions spun in Nina Sinclair’s mind, nearly driving her crazy.
Julian Lancaster saw Nina Sinclair’s dejected appearance, extremely distressed, seeming not entirely resistant to him. His disappointment and dull mood eased slightly as he gently consoled, "It’s okay, there’s no rush, let’s take it slow."
Nina Sinclair wanted to apologize again, but what Julian needed now was not an apology.
Her lips parted slightly, but nothing came out in the end.
Julian Lancaster reached out and ruffled her hair, "Don’t think too much, have a good rest."
After speaking, he got up and went into the bathroom, presumably to take a cold shower.
Nina Sinclair looked at the closed bathroom door and sighed heavily.
Sigh! It’s all her fault. Perhaps once she finds out who the boss behind the Goldenleaf Manor is, she’ll be able to conquer her fears and inferiority, opening her heart to Julian Lancaster.