Drunk And Daring I Kissed A Tycoon! 132

Dominic remained motionless.

His deep, captivating eyes fixed on Vespera.

Vespera didn't want to meet his gaze. Every time their eyes locked, she quickly

averted her gaze

He studied her face while she focused on his collarbone.

Their eyes never quite aligned.

Several seconds passed, and the room remained eerily quiet.

She waited for him to take off his robe, but after a while, she began to grow anxious.

She wondered if he expected her to help him remove his robe.

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Vespera couldn't help but look up, wanting to ask, but she didn't know how. After

a long moment of holding her breath, she finally blurted out, "I'll help

Ti was just taking off the robe and applying medicine,

Instead of dragging it out, she decided it would be better to get it over with quickly.

Without waiting for him to respond, she immediately moved forward, bending down toward his chest,

brushed

delicate and pale, pressed against

Tune seemed to freeze.

her ears, and Vespera's

Her hand paused.

his sobe, sliding it down. But as her fingers touched his wann, firm chest and her eyes saw the

do you think you're

confusion and a hint of suspicion, rang

his breath brushed against her

of

withdrew her hand. "I'll change positions,"

"You're going to

she was going to die of embarrassment. "It's not what

to take

the words left her mouth,

chuckled softly. "Keep your voice

Vespera was momentarily speechless.

face burned botter, and she could hardly maintain her composure anymore. Meanwhile, Dominic's expression of helpless amusement only seemed to contin her worst fears,

doing so would only make things more awkward. In the end, she decided to

changing positions was that she wanted to move behind

for a few seconds, forcing herself to refucus. She just needed to take out his tube to apply the medicine and change the bandages. It was a simple, straightforward

not planning to anbushise from behind my back, are you?" pominic

Vespera was speechless.

longer. Reaching for his neck, her fingers slipped skillfully inside the collar at his rabe. She tried to avoid touching his son, but it was impossible-not when her hands brushed against his neck, collarbone,

intentional –

upper body, a broad

defined waist. From the side, the sharp lines of his obliques flawed seamlessly down his abdomen,

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