No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 528 So Close

Bertram was taken aback, then tried to push her away. "Tamara! Have some self-respect. We're not young anymore, let's not embarrass ourselves."

Tamara clung tightly to Bertram. "No! Do you know what I've been through all these years? I've been living each day in a daze, just like a zombie. I've had enough of this life. It's only now that I've realized that life is too short, why should we make it hard for ourselves because of others? Bertram, I love you, and I want to be with you. Even if the whole world condemns me, I'll not regret it. You understand my feelings, don't you?"

She lifted her head, staring intently into his eyes. Her gaze was burning with fervor and madness.

Just like she was in her youth, her heart brimming with her love for him. He was all that mattered to her.

For a moment, Bertram was taken aback, his fists clenched tightly as he struggled with his emotions.

Seeing his dazed expression, Tamara got on her tiptoes, her hands wrapping around his neck, and leaned toward his lips.

Snapping back to reality, Bertram immediately leaned back to avoid her. "Tamara, you're drunk. I should probably take you home."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Tamara's response. He took her by the hand and led her toward the staircase.

If they stayed any longer, trouble was bound to happen.

"Bertram, look at me! Why can't you face me? What are you afraid of?" Tamara demanded as she was being led away.

Instead of answering, Bertram asked, "Which hotel are you staying at?"

"Don't change the subject!" Tamara quickly blocked Bertram's way. "Bertram, I know I still have a place in your heart. Can you please face your feelings? Don't spend the rest of your life in regret." "Stop messing around, where do you live?"

"Right next to your room."

Rendered speechless, Bertram stopped in his tracks.

Tamara chuckled. "What's the matter? Afraid your wife will find out?"

Bertram remained silent, continuing to lead her forward.

"I'm feeling dizzy. Please support me."

It seemed as though Tamara had gotten tipsy, leaning her entire body against him.

Bertram thought she would resist again, but to his surprise, she quietly let him guide her down from the rooftop.

Along the corridor, Tamara had become significantly quieter.

If there was any commotion, Jasmine would find out, and that would be bad news.

This was despite her eagerness to witness the pained expression on Jasmine's face when she discovered them. She knew it would be a satisfying sight.

Upon reaching the entrance of the room, Bertram turned to Tamara. "Where's your room key?"

was soundproofed and Jasmine, asleep in the suite, couldn't hear any conversation

letting her down on the couch. "You should rest up. I'm

Tamara embraced him from behind, her cheek resting against his back. "Bertram, don't leave. Stay with me a

not to bother you again. Bertram, can't you even

"Thank you, Bertram."

Tamara broke into a smirk. She folded her arms back and took a

tripped over something, and with a startled

Bertram grabbed her, and they both

them on

room

as she wrapped her arms around his

bewitched, Bertram found himself fixated on her

warm and

experienced such situations countless times, but at that moment, he felt like an innocent

himself in the moment, the sudden ring of his

pulled out his phone from his pocket and

couch. She

at her. He took a deep

Tamara was dumbfounded.

worry, it's nothing serious...

Tamara to deduce that

phone, then turned to Tamara with a

"Bertram..."

door

door close,

in anger. Her fists

that her

flesh of her palms, her

causing her to burst a

little bit more and I would have succeeded! Jasmine, I

rooftop braving the chilly wind, Bertram finally

still heavy. "You're back? Is everything sorted out?" she

eyes lowered as he undressed with an

on the bed, Jasmine twitched her nose slightly, catching a faint whiff

leaned

"I noticed that Jermaine seems to get along well with Nora was thinking, maybe we can get

Bertram nodded. "Alright."

Lenora might actually be

still a misunderstanding, which wasn't

was to reconcile with

required the support of the Hoffman family,

to busy herself at the photography studio. It was then that