Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Zion came out of the room with a refreshed and invigorated dejicanor, walked to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of lukewarm water. Samantha’s voice was extremely hoarse. With the glass of water in hand, Zion returned to the room. He gazed at Samantha, who was wearing a white camisole and was covered in hickeys, and his eyes darkened. He had indeed lost control this time. No matter how much Samantha begged during the process, he didn’t stop.

Samantha lifted her gaze to look at Zion as he approached. She pursed her lips and thought, ‘Pervert! He is a hypocritical villain, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Forget it. This newly released medication is a complete rip–off. Anyone who uses it will know what I mean.

Samantha let out a snort. Her whole body was hurting all over. It ached like crazy. She propelled herself up from the bed, supporting herself as Zion handed her a glass of water. She downed a large gulp, completely forgetting about maintaining any semblance of appearance at this point.

Zion noticed a few drops of water falling and his eyes darkened again. He wondered, ‘It felt as though the medication’s effects were still lingering.

After finishing her water, Samantha looked up and caught Zion’s gaze, immediately stepping back a few steps. She thought, ‘Even robots need some downtime, right?‘

Zion snapped out of his daze when he saw the defensive look on Samantha’s face. He cleared his throat and asked awkwardly, “Why are you doing this?”

Samantha didn’t respond to him but turned and walked to the balcony. She picked up a cigarette box from the table, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The smoke rose slowly, carrying a pleasant minty scent. The cigarettes Samantha smoked were not like those available on the market; they were specially customized and virtually harmless to the body. Her noble and aloof profile appeared and disappeared in the smoke, adding a touch of mystery and seductiveness.

She gazed at the city lights outside the window, and then turned to Zion. “Why are you doing this? What have I done? Drugged you? Fallen in love with you?”

Listening to her icy tone, Zion felt a pang in his heart and started to explain, “No, Samantha, you know I didn’t mean it that way.”

Samantha sneered and said, “Zion, it’s just that I’ve made a mistake that every man makes and I’m just captivated by your body.”

knew he was indeed appealing. Samantha never hesitated

she extinguished her cigarette and spoke coldly, a tone Zion had never heard before, “Zion, we’ve been together for ten years. This is the last time I’ll ask. Have you

panic rise in him. He thought, ‘Am I really going to give up

turned to look at Zion,

Her face was blank.

everything to me and she was part of me. I couldn’t live without her. No matter how much gossip and rumors the outside

was about to speak, Samantha interrupted him and said, “You

want to marry you.” Samantha’s gaze at Zion was as cold and sharp as a knife. She gently pulled Zion’s hand away. Her expression was cold

this side of Samantha, who was decisive and never dragged her feet when

“Zion, after ten years, you still don’t truly understand me. When I love you, I could pamper and protect you. But when I don’t, you’re not even worth the dirt on the ground. Now I’m telling you, I don’t love you

at Samantha. Her words stabbed him like a knife. He thought, “This is Samantha, passionate when in love,

helplessly as Samantha pushed open the door. It wasn’t until the roar of a sports car echoed from the doorway that he snapped

desperately, “Samantha, I was wrong. Can you give me another chance? I’m begging you, don’t give up on me!” His usual grace was

with a faint smile on her lips. Then she floored the gas

firmly under my control, with no way to escape. I allowed Zion to escape to

was naturally assigned a room, but it was located quite a distance from Jeremiah, and Yvette’s room. According to Skyland’s layout, one was on the far east, the

time Charles returns to Skyland, it’s a huge hassle just to get back to his room, let alone seeing Yvette on a daily basis. Mr. Chavez truly doesn’t need

sorry for you.” Charles glanced at Andrew. There’s no sign of sympathy, just a gloating