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..."

red. "Alright, if you're drunk, just settle down and sleep." Shakira, already dizzy, now saw only

next morning, Shakira woke up with a sharp pain in the back of her

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

time, with fragmented images flashing through her

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up and went

coffee, glanced at her briefly, and stayed

saw her and gave a warm smile, though there was a hint

little. "Levi, how did I get home last

were drunk last night. The Mr. Lopez carried you

stunned. "He

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"You were completely out of it, no matter how much we tried to wake you, you wouldn't stir. Brian tried to carry you, but the Mr. Lopez stopped him and took you home himself. Don't you remember?" Shakira shook her head vigorously. She

she found it hard to believe. She thought, 'Walter could really be this nice to her?'

on his neck, she froze, feeling

was injured.

set his coffee cup

quickly bowed her head. "I'm sorry." She was getting faster at

sneered. "Oh? Then tell me, what are

to admit she bit

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didn't manage to get you home safely last night and ended up passing out myself. I'm

dodging the real

I make any other mistakes? You are so generous,

say anything but looked pointedly

was his mark. Like a beast having marked its territory, Walter felt

it happens again, punish

chin slightly, showing unusual

a sigh of relief. Her neck was

in the morning, as Shakira walked out, someone she didn't want