The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chatper 881

Chapter 881

In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, “So hot…”

Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, “Now I’m cold again, I need a blanket…”

“What’s going on, Fred?” Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. “I feel so strange.”

“Do you want this?”

Mya squirmed in Fred’s arms, finding it tough to move away.

“Fred, it tickles. I don’t feel good, what did you do to me? Don’t touch that spot.” Mya pleaded.

“Your first time?” Fred asked.

Mya was whimpering and sniffling, emitting soft moans Splayed out on the bed in a spread-eagle position, Mya found her legs controlled by someone else, unable to close them however much she tried.

“Do you want me to go in deeper? Right here?” Fred asked.

No, Fred, don’t!” Mya

the place that was just enough to grasp in his hand, Mya felt herself becoming increasingly peculiar, even involuntarily moving in sync with his actions.

stop?” Fred

turned, yearning for that elusive sensation. She asked, her voice

the last piece of clothing adorned with cartoon

blushing as she undid the last

added fresh scratch marks to Fred’s back, already a canvas of old

buried in the pillow still studded with sweat, her whole body aching and sore. She felt as if she might die from the ordeal. The sounds from the bathroom and

her tears and put on her clothes. She clutched a pile of garments and hurled them from the hotel’s twentieth floor. Among the items was a pair of deep blue men’s underwear, which ended up hanging on the balcony

When Mya finally answered the phone, she was both nervous and

kept a straight posture, trying not to wince from the pain.

has been trying to reach you. You really shouldn’t be away

was all Mya managed to say.

Mya’s mother, Grace Dion confronted her, visibly worried. “Mya, don’t ever come home this late again. Your father would be worried

straight upstairs, saying, “Mom, I know it’s late from hanging

wasn’t the quickest thinker, and shook her head with acceptance. There was a time when Mya had been sick with a high fever, which delayed treatment and caused permanent damage to her brain, making her a bit slow. Because

her underwear, noticing blood. Biting her lip nervously, Mya thought, ‘Am I going to die? It’s

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