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

her back be this

great. A faint smile played on

he leaned down and planted a

you think twice before stirring the

this man, acting smug after

her tongue, her tone cold and merciless. "From

Wilson was speechless.

really

kept her face stern as she pushed him away. She then

caught up and gently grabbed her wrist, his tone sincere, even a bit pleading. "I was

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

his place a little, this charming fox of a man would get too

Wilson sighed in relief. "Yvie, can I stay

Thinking of her sore back,

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

Yvette was speechless.

was at it with that pitiful act

prepared

going to