"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.

may not

of the room joyfully when Ryan's low voice sounded, "Yasmin, accompany Carrie at home to rest for the next few days. Don't go to the Savrow Art

was in a dilemma when

don't want to stay home. I want to go to

Yasmin were

She wore nothing but a towel

and he immediately ran to her, removing his

suit, worth tens of thousands,

delicate frame seemed more

fool... What if you caught a cold, running out like

held her tightly. Carrie stood on tiptoes, feet almost leaving the ground. "Have you forgotten what you promised me? You have to be good every day." Yasmin watched them, and while she was concerned about

was appointed as

to expand

longer the carefree, rich boy who could just stay close to his

had resumed a normal academy life. They barely had one

nerves were like a bowstring stretched to its limit. It would either break

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