The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 59

Walter felt a bit hot. He loosened his collar, revealing the edge of a Jesus pendant and a tattoo. Shakira glanced at it but was quickly forced by him to lift her chin again.

His hand was large, and Shakira's face seemed tiny in it, like a doll he could easily manipulate.

Walter ran his pinky gently along her jawline. Unintentionally, they ended up even closer. Their noses were almost touching.

Shakira blinked, and Walter could feel her eyelashes brushing against his face.

Walter spoke again, his breath carrying the sweet, intoxicating scent of osmanthus from her lips, making Shakira even more entranced.

But his words were like ice, making Shakira shiver. "If you ever bring this up again, I'll snap your neck without hesitation."

Shakira's eyes widened in fear.

Instinctively, she let out a hiccup and covered her face with her hands, starting to whine. "The big bad guy is scaring me again. Besides breaking necks, what else can you do!" Walter narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Big bad guy?"

Shakira didn't notice the cold storm brewing in his eyes and continued in her own world. "Yeah, the evil big bad guy! If you hadn't shown up, I would've driven Fiona crazy!"

"Heh." Walter suddenly seemed interested. "So, what would you have said if I hadn't come?"

"Hehe, I'd have said that not only have I touched his abs, but I've also kissed his lips. They're soft and warm, like jelly-really nice to kiss. And sitting on him was like a roller coaster, so much fun. I want to do it again-mmph mmph!" Walter's face turned dark. He had only one thought now. 'Shut her

up and her from rambling!"

stop

Walter grabbed the back of her head and, with a forceful kiss, shut her up. Shakira, who was only good at talking, was no match for him.

Overwhelmed by the taste of alcohol, Shakira went limp and slumped against his chest.

Walter panted heavily. "Still going to talk?"

Shakira's lips were numb, and her eyes were watery. "I won't talk anymore, I promise..."

his ears had turned bright red. "Alright, if you're drunk, just settle down and sleep." Shakira, already dizzy, now saw only darkness. She leaned against him, closed

morning, Shakira woke up with a sharp pain

was just some fruit wine and had drunk a lot for fun. 'But why do my lips hurt too?' Standing in front of the mirror, Shakira saw that she had a cut on

with fragmented images flashing through her mind, but she couldn't remember any

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Chapter 59

and went

was sipping coffee, glanced at

warm smile, though there was a hint

"Levi, how

explain. "Ms. Nelson, you were drunk last night. The Mr.

was stunned. "He carried

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wake you, you wouldn't stir. Brian tried to carry you, but the Mr. Lopez stopped him

be this nice to her?' Shakira shook her head and

she got closer and saw the bite mark on his neck,

and her mouth was injured. It must be

set his coffee cup down.

Lopez..." Shakira quickly bowed her head. "I'm sorry." She

sneered. "Oh? Then tell me,

admit she bit him

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quickly. "I didn't manage to get you home safely last night and

good at dodging the real

I make any other mistakes? You

pointedly at the corner

its territory,

it happens again, punish me however you

his chin slightly, showing unusual

kept agreeing, breathing a sigh of relief. Her

in the morning, as Shakira walked out, someone she