Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 903

Yvette nodded obediently, causing Wilson's hardened heart to melt. His gaze fell to her plump, glistening lips almost instinctively.

"Baby, that's not quite how you coax someone." Wilson's tone was alluring as he whispered in her ears, "Let me teach you."

Before Yvette could react, he lifted her chin, and his heated lips fell upon hers, all- consuming and intense.

Yvette whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the fervor.

The room was filled with a heady, intimate tension that made the air feel warmer.

It was only when Yvette began to struggle for breath that Wilson reluctantly released her.

Her eyes were dazed, and the flush on her cheeks made her even more irresistible, tempting him to push further.

Wilson's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the rising urge. He couldn't let himself go too far.

Yvette's porcelain face was flushed a deep red. After managing to calm herself, she cleared her throat and tried to bring the conversation back on track.

"Have you found Wesley?"

Wilson nodded. "Yes."

of hope lit up Yvette's eyes. If they had found Wesley, it meant they were one step closer to uncovering the truth behind what happened all those

recalled something and looked at Wilson in confusion. "Wait. How did you manage to get

"Mr. Maximillian let me in." He had been fully prepared to storm the

harbored a deep hatred for Wilson, so why would

Wilson explained, gently patting her head as he spoke with

she nodded with resolve. "Mr. Maximillian has always cared for me, ever since

eyes shone with determination. She was going to get to the bottom of the truth and avenge Theodore's family, no matter

on the door

as Xavier walked in, carrying

brought the medicine over," he said softly, his gaze filled with warmth. However, when his eyes shifted to

equally icy as he grabbed the medicine bowl from Xavier's hands

There's no need for you to handle

room's atmosphere grew

with an

However, Yvette had

matters to address.

locked onto

pale face,