Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 880

"Stop..... please, stop..."

The bedroom was filled with intense warmth. Yvette's eyes brimmed with tears as she whimpered softly, overwhelmed. She regretted using her kisses to divert Wilson's attention...

A low chuckle escaped Wilson's throat as he placed a heated kiss on her neck, his deep, husky voice sounding calm and unhurried. "Baby, slowing down is fine, but stopping isn't."

By the time Yvette woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. She glanced down at the marks all over her body, her ears turning red in embarrassment. Sure enough, keeping an older man "restrained" for too long was dangerous! Last night, he had nearly worn her out...

With a creak, the door opened. Wilson entered in casual clothes, looking more relaxed than usual. There was a soft smile on his lips as he walked in, clearly refreshed.

"Baby, you're awake?"

Seeing how spirited he looked, Yvette pursed her lips, unwilling to acknowledge him.

"Still sore?"

Wilson strode over to the bed, scooping her into his arms with a look of gentle concern as he began to massage her back.

Yvette shot a glance at him and let out a small huff. If he hadn't been so

would her back

Wilson's mood seemed great. A faint smile

and planted a

you think twice before

of this man, acting smug after

and merciless. "From now

Wilson was speechless.

really

kept her face stern as she pushed him away. She then made her way to the

don't be mad." He quickly caught up and gently grabbed her wrist, his tone sincere, even

softened slightly at his words, and she didn't shake

in his place a little, this charming fox of a

in relief. "Yvie, can

Thinking of her sore back, Yvette shook her head

rejection, his eyes lowered, dimming with a look of quiet hurt. It was as if he'd been wronged but didn't dare show it. It was a look that made her

Yvette was speechless.

with that pitiful

lunch, Yvette prepared

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