"Felix Shaw, can you stop being so childish!" Mia Foster, also lying on the bed, felt the full weight of Felix pressing down on her, making it impossible to get up. A man who has drunk finds his body weight increases, and within just a few seconds, she already felt she couldn’t breathe.
Wearing a thin dress, she could clearly feel the heartbeat against her back through the delicate fabric, along with his scorching body temperature.
A mix of emotions surged in her heart. Once upon a time, she had yearned for this, but until her heart had grown cold, it was only then he started approaching her bit by bit.
"Mia Foster, I won’t let go, I won’t!" Felix Shaw held Mia Foster even tighter in a childlike manner. The sudden action made Mia cough, and she accused him through gritted teeth, "Felix Shaw, you’re going to suffocate me!"
"Suffocating you would be good, then see if you still dare to divorce me!" Although cursing like this, Felix Shaw still turned over, lying beside her on the bed. Of course, his arms and legs kept Mia Foster tightly bound.
His chest pressed against Mia Foster’s back, his legs entangled with Mia’s lower body as if combatting an enemy, lying on the bed and trapping her firmly.
Mia Foster...
If she hadn’t seen Felix Shaw drink so much baijiu, she would have thought he was deliberately doing this. Sighing speechlessly, Mia Foster said softly, "Felix, stop it, I should go back."
"Mia Foster, I said I won’t let go!" Felix Shaw said through clenched teeth, burying his handsome face deep into Mia’s nape and fiercely biting.
"Ah... Felix Shaw! Are you a dog!" Mia Foster exclaimed, reaching towards her neck. Felix’s handsome face still buried there, having bitten softly, his lips and tongue gently licking her...
Suddenly gentle, Mia Foster’s body tensed abruptly, her hand falling onto Felix’s head, biting her lower lip and forgetting to react.
Though her heart had grown cold, she still liked his gentleness, his mischievous smile, and whether genuine or insincere warmth. All were fresh memories, tinging her heart with sourness; Mia Foster closed her eyes, unwilling to let that bitterness show.
"Felix Shaw... Does it still mean anything to do this now?"
A sigh, Felix Shaw’s breath landed on Mia Foster’s nape, "Mia, give me a chance... I beg you."
After speaking, he bit Mia Foster’s neck again, not too hard but lingering endlessly, "You promised me a year!"
A sigh, Mia Foster said nothing more, merely hoping Melody Zachary would quickly prepare the sobering soup, giving her an excuse to leave.
Just as she was thinking this, a knock sounded on the door, "Mia, please take care of Felix for a bit, I’m going out,"
Melody Zachary said hurriedly, then quickly headed out towards the apartment door.
Downstairs at the apartment, a dark-colored Cayenne was parked below. Melody Zachary walked out of the building, standing in front and looking at that familiar car, hesitating before moving forward.
The driver’s door opened, and Oliver Shaw stepped out. A man in his fifties, wearing a grey T-shirt and black casual pants, still walked with handsomeness and charm.
Seeing the man walking towards her, Melody Zachary’s hands at her sides involuntarily clenched, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Over thirty years have passed, and time seemed not to leave its mark on this man’s face, unlike herself, with fine lines and a body much altered.
No one wants to appear lost in front of those they care about most, so Melody Zachary tried hard to lift the corners of her lips, "Why are you here?"