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

last night, would her back

mood seemed great. A faint smile played on

down and

twice before

this man, acting smug after getting his

cold and merciless. "From now on, you can go sleep in the

Wilson was speechless.

really

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

her wrist, his tone sincere, even a bit

words,

in his place a little, this charming

sighed in relief. "Yvie, can I stay out of the

her sore back,

dimming with a look of quiet hurt. It was as if he'd been wronged but

Yvette was speechless.

it with that pitiful act

Yvette prepared

We're going to see Mr.