Andrea Jones got off the bed with her bare feet and turned on the light .
The bright light, which illuminated the entire room, made her feel a little more relaxed.
My face was still hot and sore, so I walked to the washroom to check the wound, and when I dropped my eyes, I saw my own swimsuit in the basket.
She jumped in shock and realized she was wearing a hotel robe.
“…” It is hard to say that … he helped himself to change down? That means … himself what place he saw?
Thinking of this possibility, she bit her lip, not daring to think further.
I couldn’t bear to look at the bruises on my face anymore, so I went out of the washroom with a red face. I was bored and lifted the curtain up a tiny slit, and just stood there staring at the night scene outside the window in bewilderment.
On a night like this, the whole villa is still very lively. You can see a group of people playing poker in the villa across the street, and even though she can’t hear anything on her side, she can still feel the buzz over there.
In contrast, standing on this side of her … looks especially lonely.
Slowly put down the curtains and sunken steps out of the bedroom. Did not notice that a Hummer is now slowly pulling into the parking pad in front of the villa.
…
Neal Williams enters the door with his luggage.
The keys were casually tossed on the couch and without pausing, he walked with sober steps toward the downstairs bedroom.
I think she should have fallen asleep without herself here to disturb her.
But …
Pushing the door open, the bed was surprisingly missing her.
“Andrea Jones?” he asked suspiciously, heading for the washroom. But where was she?
The heart sank and the brow furrowed.
Where did she go this late at night instead of falling asleep?
Tonight suffered so much aggression, too much blow, so, a person play disappear?
The uneasiness of the heart expanded.
Neal Williams closed the door and walked with sober steps toward the upstairs bedroom.
However, the upstairs was also cold, and she was nowhere to be seen.
Turning his head, he hurriedly ran down and headed for the kitchen again. Still nothing!
The face became more and more ugly.
Finally …
Push open the door leading to the bathroom.
The large recreation ground was lit up with spotlights. The slender figure was sitting by the hot spring pool. A pair of snow-white calves were naked and dipped in the water.
At the moment, she is thoughtfully bowing her head. The hair in front of her forehead fell down, blocking half of her face, so Neal Williams can not see her look at the moment.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
The corners of his lips relaxed along with him.
It looks like you are too nervous.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
The sudden voice startled her and jerked her head up.
She was surprised to see it was him.
The bathrobe has just been taken off and replaced with a clean casual outfit. In such a night, clean and fresh. Not as mature as in the company in the past, but a bit like a big boy.
“What are you looking at?” Seeing her keep staring, Neal Williams swept his head down.
After he asked, I realized I was actually lost in watching him.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, she was busy turning her eyes away and just stared down at her feet, “Why again?”
Neal Williams doesn’t approach her either, just leans against the doorway and looks at her with deep eyes, “You expect me to sleep with Penny Brown?”
Andrea Jones bit her lip and tried to sound detached and strange, “That’s your business …”
“Yes, it’s my business.” Neal Williams nodded and averted his eyes somewhat bemusedly, his eyes sweeping despondently to the ceiling for a moment before adding, “I’ll sleep here tonight.”
“What?” Andrea Jones looked up at him, stunned.
He glanced at her and turned to leave.
Andrea Jones sat there in a daze, digesting his words with difficulty before immediately rising from the floor, “Mr. Williams.”
When I chased him down the hall, I saw Neal Williams lounging on the couch, watching TV absently.
“Your luggage is brought over. Go and sort it out and see if you’ve missed anything.” When he saw her come out, he simply gestured with his lower jaw.
Andrea Jones walks up to him.
She stood.
He was lying down.
Her long shadow, hitting him.
“Are you … really going to sleep here tonight?”
“Move out of the way.” He reminded her in a soft voice, “You’re blocking my view.”
She stood there motionless, hesitating, or opened her mouth, “Why? Even if … you don’t consider my position, but Miss Brown …”
Neal Williams frowned and sat up impatiently, cutting her off, “Andrea Jones, you’re really nagging!”
When he drank, Andrea Jones only felt aggrieved. The bitterness came up from the bottom of her heart and made the tip of her nose sour.
What’s wrong with yourself? It’s just that I wish life could be simpler.
Seeing her like this, Neal Williams can’t get angry at all. Helplessly sighs, and reached out and took hold of her delicate wrist.
She struggled a little, and he pushed harder, pulling her right into his lap.
“Ah!” The strong muscles under her body made her jaw drop in shock. Turning her head to meet his dark tide of deep eyes, her heart inexplicably swayed, and for a moment sat there a little unsure of what to do.
Neal Williams wrapped one hand around her waist and broke the dazed little face to his own.
“Andrea Jones, listen carefully …” His eyes burned as he stared at her, and his low voice sounded especially sexy at the moment, calling her heart into turmoil. “In the future, there will be no more Penny Brown between us. so don’t ever mention her to me again. It’s a buzzkill.”
She was clearly confused, her pink lips moved slightly, and no sound came out.
Neal Williams greedily gazed at her dumb look, long fingers into her soft hair, gently cupped her cheek, “between her and I, there will be no more marriage contract. So … afterwards, no matter what, you will not be the third party. Understand?”
There will be no more engagements? So, it’s over between him and Penny Brown …?
The heart, inexplicably, is beating wildly.
Andrea Jones was a little afraid of losing control of herself like this, and her hands curled up in her lap clenched quietly as she struggled, struggled, to hold on to a shred of sanity.
Conflicted and confused, he looked at him, “Even without Penny Brown, we …”
“You want to say Lewis Brown?”
She bit her lip hard, “… I won’t betray him. I love him!”
“Is that so?” Neal Williams hooked his lips, his deep pool-like eyes surging with a deep tide of love, “Is there true love that hangs around like you do all the time?”
She vainly looked away, her long dense eyelashes trembling badly, “I know it, I don’t need your approval …”
What a stubborn and conservative little woman.
It took a lot of courage to ask her to admit that she no longer loved Lewis Brown.
So …
“Okay, even if you love Lewis Brown a lot,” Neal Williams compromises with panache, “so the real third party is me. And …”
He paused for a moment, his long fingers curled around her soft hair, his eyes deepened, like an impermeable net to wrap her whole body around, “I never minded being the third party.”
Andrea Jones only felt a ‘buzz-‘ in her head, and was half blank. When she came to her senses, she tried to get up from him in embarrassment, but he didn’t give her the chance to do so and picked her up straight across the room.
White, well-proportioned legs hanging on his sturdy arms, because of the tension, like a jade pair of small feet tightly grouped together.
Both hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.
A kind of unspeakable ambiguity, flowing between each other. She did not dare to look at his face, only buried her face in the nook of his neck.
The heart, but there is a kind of unknown tenderness in the spreading, will be her heart lake to lift up layer after layer of ripples.
Neal Williams carried her into the bedroom and leaned over to lower her onto the bed. Leaning down, the two were so close that the tips of their noses were almost on each other and their breaths were entwined.
He held this position and gazed at her.
She rested on his arm and forgot to pull her eyes away for a moment.
Their eyes were locked, as if something was pulling at each other’s heartstrings. When his heart moved, Neal Williams couldn’t resist any longer, and without warning, his lips kissed her again heavily.
Andrea Jones was only momentarily surprised when his kiss fell, as if she hadn’t expected it, but deep inside she had a vague expectation of it.
The legs are unconsciously bowed, and the hands that hold his neck are helplessly tightened.
His kiss, wild and intense.
It was too much for the inexperienced Andrea Jones to handle. He cracked her teeth open and his tongue curled into her soft mouth.
It felt like her body was on fire, and Andrea Jones tilted her head back with difficulty, panting hard. It was convenient for him to kiss deeper and heavier.
Neal Williams thinks he must be out of his mind.
Penny Brown’s teasing couldn’t ignite him half as much. But, now …
His body, however, was tensed by a kiss from this little thing, so tense that his whole body ached.
The woman underneath, her hair spread out on the pillow, curled like a cloud, confused and frightened like a confused goblin, she is so seductive, enough to make the world’s most cold-sensitive men’s blood boil.
The mind is even more uncontrollably reminded of her soft body that was hastily swept by before.
The touch of skin to skin made Andrea Jones suck back her breath.
Soft body, taut.
Snow-white skin, has been flushed with a layer of flush.
Trembling, she grabbed his wrist and screamed. “Don’t do this … don’t do this …”
On his forehead, a fine layer of sweat poured out.
Misty eyes, with pain, obsession and contradiction …
Neal Williams has been aroused by the desire to spread all over the place, making every part of him tense with a huge pain.
The moment her refusal came out, his movements suddenly stopped, and his heart inevitably hid a loss. But in fact, her rejection was not a surprise.
Half a year later, the big palm slowly withdrew reluctantly, he lowered his eyes to look at her beneath him, his gaze focused, “Scared?”
The voice is so sensual that it makes your heart skip a beat because it is soaked with lust.
Andrea Jones’s face turned red, not daring to answer him. The hand is still holding his hand tightly.
Scared?
Yes, it’s really scary.
But not because of him …
Rather, because of themselves …
I thought she would be afraid of such close proximity, but when his body came close and his palm caressed her skin, she clearly felt the fear she did not think she had.
Instead …
Almost lost …
She doesn’t answer, and Neal Williams thinks he’s hurt her again.
Thinking about six years ago and then thinking about now, he was chagrined.
Knowing that she was like a scared bird, she shouldn’t have rushed in like that!
“I’m sorry.” He murmured out, his breathing still a little ruffled, but assured, “It won’t happen next time.”
Of course …
If she is willing, then naturally that is another story.
Andrea Jones was ashamed, embarrassed and disgusted with herself. How could she … always escape his temptation?
Still ignoring him, he only bit his lip, grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself firmly around him, turning his back to him.
Looking at the huddled back, the tide of emotion under Neal Williams’ eyes swelled violently. She must be thinking of Lewis Brown again …
The dark aura, under the eyes covered with lust crossed.
He finally drew himself up and pulled the covers over her, “Go to sleep, we’ll leave in the morning.”
Eyelashes fluttering, she never turned back around again, just let him turn off the room’s lights and gently close the door.
In the darkness, Andrea Jones was even less sleepy for a while.