"Yes, Mr. Hoffman."

Yasmin understood and went to change the bed sheets.

There were maids in the villa, but Ryan only trusted Yasmin to be near such a private and personal space as his bedroom and to set it up.

The heavy and luxurious velvet curtains were still drawn, and the dimly lit space was filled with the lingering scent of passion and entanglement after sex.

Yasmin glanced at the messy bed, her expression joyful.

It looked like the couple had a steamy night the night before.

Once Ryan left, she would have to massage Carrie's slim waist, which had endured quite the storm.

Yasmin swiftly replaced the sheets and duvet cover, then picked up the clothes Ryan threw all over the floor and put them into the laundry basket.

Since Ryan expressed his intentions to marry Carrie to his family and officially asked for her hand from the Salvador family, Yasmin had not seen a single condom.

She could see how much Ryan hoped Carrie would be pregnant with his child.

affectionate, it may not be long before

room joyfully when Ryan's low voice sounded, "Yasmin, accompany Carrie at home to rest for the next

in a dilemma when the bathroom door suddenly swung

I don't want to stay home. I

Yasmin were

bath. She wore nothing but a

his freshly changed suit

tens of

and delicate frame seemed more fragile under the oversized

if you caught a cold, running out

"Have you forgotten what you promised me? You have to be good every day." Yasmin watched them, and while she was concerned about Carrie, she was more worried

Ryan was appointed as

social events to

carefree, rich boy who could just stay close to

They barely had one or two nights in a week where they could spend time

a bowstring stretched to its limit. It would either break next or unleash a

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