Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

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Chapter 127 Couldn’t Help Myself

Erin was flabbergasted and immediately hung up. Her heart raced as if several hundred deer were trampling away inside her chest. She wasn’t sure who Chandler’s words were directed at.

Right then, Chandler, who had just arrived at the door of Erin’s hotel room, redialed the number from earlier.

Sitting beside the phone, Erin’s heart palpitated when it suddenly rang. She hesitated for a moment but didn’t dare to answer. She guessed that it was probably a call from Chandler.

But she didn’t know what to say to him. Although she really wanted to say the words that weighed on her heart, she felt that she no longer had the right to say them…

“Chandler, I really miss you. Are you doing well?” Erin uttered the words soundlessly.

Tears welled up in her eyes. The unspoken longing was like the air, it was all around her and something she couldn’t escape from. She felt like wallowing in self–pity for a while. But that annoying telephone kept ringing incessantly. With a start, she realized that it might be

Roman calling her for something.

Erin immediately picked up the phone. Before she could say anything. Chandler, suppressing his temper, growled into the phone, “Erin, open the door quickly!”

She hesitantly asked, “Where are you?”

He let out a sigh. “Where do you think I am? Take a wild guess.”

Erin immediately threw the scorching phone receiver aside. Barefooted, she hurriedly walked to the door, and through the peephole, she

hat, sunglasses, and a leather

that moment, Chandler suddenly took off his sunglasses. His cold black eyes glanced back at the peephole, and Erin’s fragile heart felt as if it had been pierced by

so much was right at her door. Erin’s hand moved to open the door before her rationality could catch up. As the door opened, she noticed Chandler had a guitar strapped to his shoulder. His tall and prominent figure made him look

middle of the doorway.

safety chain. Erin, still wearing her outfit from the day and with traces

“Why did

the guitar against the wall, and casually walked into the bedroom. He took off his clothes and tossed them onto the sofa. Then, he picked up the remote control from the desk and adjusted the air

are you stupid? It’s so hot, and you didn’t even think of lowering the temperature!”

vision, and

suddenly turned to look at her. “What’s

What do you mean what’s wrong?

trace of helplessness flitted across Chandler’s exquisitely perfect face as he

step back, he forcefully pulled her waist toward him with one hand and lifted her chin with the other. “You don’t have to keep reminding me about that! I know I have a

could have held back and deceived her brain from thinking about those things. But now, he was right

the dirty thoughts that raced through her mind. She wanted

her hidden thoughts seemed to be laid bare before him. Chandler spun her around by her waist and pressed her down. In a deep

whispered, “Do you want

for him and gritted her

like crazy all this

eyes and struggled. “I

“Saying one thing

best to process the

last trace of rationality. If she didn’t like Chandler so much, how could the impulsive devil completely take control of her mind?

still unsatisfled, looked mischievously at the petite woman lying in his arms. Her sleeping face, exhausted from the night, was breathtakingly peaceful and beautiful. Her tender

minutes later, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with her.

morning, just as the day was barely breaking, Erin woke up to Chandler’s gentle kisses raining down on her. As she stirred. she saw

some clothes. However, her waist was held by a strong and muscular arm, locking her