Nina Sinclair recalled the events when she woke up at Goldenleaf Manor.
The helplessness of losing everything and the guilt she felt towards Julian Lancaster.
The incident from her childhood when she caught Byron Sinclair with her stepmother had always been a shadow in her heart. Later, as she interacted more with Julian Lancaster, she gradually became less resistant to the approach of men.
But what happened at Goldenleaf Manor seemed to bring her back to that previous state.
She was on the verge of being driven mad by this feeling!
Every time during this period when she approached Julian Lancaster, it tormented her greatly, causing her immense pain. She always wanted to speak out about it and even set a time to be honest.
However, the more afraid she was of losing, the more unsettled she became.
Suddenly, a surge of resolute courage welled up inside her, and she decided to seize the current situation to tell Julian Lancaster, even if it meant he might leave after knowing.
But before telling him, she wanted to do something.
Nina Sinclair followed her inner thoughts, suddenly reaching out to Julian Lancaster, encircling his neck, pulling him down, and pressing her red lips against his thin ones.
Julian was startled for a moment, not expecting Nina Sinclair to take the initiative to kiss him.
He thought inwardly, surely it was a reaction to medication, not her original self.
He passively responded to Nina Sinclair, extending his hand to support her slender waist.
After breaking free from her mental shackles, Nina felt completely relieved. She now felt that the decision she made was absolutely correct.
She wanted to be close to Julian Lancaster; she wanted to be with him.
Soon, their kissing grew more intense, and Julian Lancaster could barely hold back.
He reached out and scooped Nina Sinclair up, carried her back to the room, and then threw her onto the bed, her wet clothes making a mess of the bedspread.
Nina Sinclair looked at Julian Lancaster with watery eyes, her gaze full of longing for him, making him want to devour her, to possess her fiercely.
After all, having tasted the pleasures of the flesh, how could he remain indifferent to such beauty before him?
Julian Lancaster leaned over, squeezing between Nina Sinclair’s legs, then stared at her, asking seductively, "Nina, should we try again?"
At this moment, Nina Sinclair might not fully be in her own consciousness, and asking was a bit of bullying.
But rather than waiting for Nina to slowly adjust, it was better to seize such an opportunity.
Julian Lancaster gazed intently at Nina Sinclair and whispered huskily, "Do you want to?"
Nina Sinclair nodded, murmuring dreamily, "Mm..."
She wanted Julian Lancaster; she wanted to be with him forever.
Seeing Nina Sinclair nod in agreement, Julian Lancaster ignored whether she was conscious now; he had no control over himself with this woman.
Julian Lancaster’s eyes deepened suddenly, his voice turned hoarse, "I’ll be gentle."
As he spoke, his kiss followed, gently landing on her lips.
In fact, at this moment, Nina Sinclair was not entirely unconscious. Although her body was weak and her brain sluggish and muddled, she was very clear about what she was doing and did not regret what she planned to do.
If they really had to part, at least she would have had beautiful memories with Julian Lancaster. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt
Rather than only the shadow of that scum Vincent Lancaster.
Nina Sinclair softly whispered the man’s name, "Julian... husband..."
Soon, the room was filled with an atmosphere of tenderness and passion, and neither of them had any reservations, completely surrendering themselves to each other.