The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 905

“What are you doing here?” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Did you send someone to knock me unconsciousness and bring me here?”

Behind the mask, Samuel was taking the chance to admire the beautiful face before him.

He knew exactly how beautiful Natalie was, but she still took his breath away. The bunny ears on her head were fluffy, and she wore a short dress that outlined her slender figure.

The design of her outfit seemed to feed some kinky fetish. However, one could not deny that her porcelain white skin, dark orbs, and cherry-red lips made her look like an innocent rabbit waiting for a hunter to pounce on her.

Regardless, he did not give in to his lust. Instead, his gaze hardened, and he shot lasers from his eyes.

He moved closer to the woman in bed and tried to imitate Xander's voice. “There are many ways I could bring you here, and I won't have to resort to such stupid means.”

Natalie thought about it and knew that the man did not lie to her.

Xander had saved her twice before. Therefore, even if he lied that he was sick or injured, she would drop everything to rush to his side at once. He did not have to go through that trouble to get her here.

“What are you doing here?” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Did you send someone to knock me unconsciousness and bring me here?”

Now that she had met Xander again, she wondered if he had saved her this time.

Natalie paused, feeling slightly uncertain. “Did you

Natalie at once. Instead, his masculine figure

move. Her gaze met the man's gaze. Although he wore a silver mask that hid his

“Thank you.”

distance between them. However, he did not budge and

me three times, and I'm thankful for it. However, don't you think we are in an inappropriate position?” Frowning, Natalie spat, “There are many

“Hey.”

hummed in

opinions on what one dresses in. In your case, you wear what you willed. Since that is the situation, you have to bear the responsibility of what happens after.” The man cupped her chin as he muttered,

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