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“Jeremy, calm down! Let me g-Mmmph-” He silenced her with a kiss, his hot lips exploring hers passionately, leaving her breathless.
She couldn’t even breathe properly.
Desperate to take her, he seemed driven to the brink of madness by his desire.
Every day without her was pure suffering. He was just a zombie with no purpose in life.
Alyssa started moaning with rapid breathing and flushed skin.
Quivering underneath him, she fought him by pushing against his chest, but it screamed seduction to him.
In fact, whenever she showed up, even in his dreams, she was irresistibly seductive and charming.
She couldn’t evade his kiss. Soon, their bodies intertwined. They kissed hard and sloppily, making sounds as they went for it.
His callused hand with bulging veins caressed her legs and traveled upward.
Drenched in sweat, Alyssa pressed on his hand and mumbled, “No…”
He broke away from her moist lips, stretching a strand of saliva. Panting, he begged, “Lyse, only you can save me now. I don’t want anyone else. Only you can save me.”
Two years ago, she had “saved” him once. Two years later, and after a divorce, she was still entangled with the same man.
Jeremy showered her with passionate and aggressive kisses from her lips to her chin. He kissed her on the neck and the collarbone as well.
Eyes glistening in tears, Alyssa stretched her neck like an elegant swan as she hugged his head and ran her fingers through his hair. He was loving and tender with her, unlike the time when he took her virginity.
Once again, she fell for him. Melting into a puddle underneath him, she made love to him. All she could remember from the night was how she surrendered herself to him.
Alyssa had once again satisfied his urges. After the lengthy lovemaking, she was sore all over, including on her waist. She struggled to stand up.
Whatever drug that Jeremy took must have been extremely potent. He sweated and plowed her with great strength and endurance.
Wrapped in a blanket, she slowly rose in bed and cast a look at Jeremy, who was deep in sleep. Still hugging her, he looked breathtaking even when he was asleep.
Biting her lower lip, she couldn’t help but trace his face. Her heart was racing.
She touched his forehead and realized that his fever was gone. The effect of the drug seemed to have worn off.
Sighing, she picked up her undergarment from the ground. After some hesitation, she grabbed his shirt, wearing it as makeshift pajamas.
When Alyssa was married to Jeremy, she’d discreetly put on his shirt at home to revel in his scent and warmth. Even now, she felt the same as two years ago.
Since Jeremy wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, Alyssa went to get some water. She planned to leave as though nothing had happened after she drank and rested.
Tiptoeing to the pantry on the second floor for iced water, she wondered if Jeremy’s earlier behavior in bed was due to prolonged abstinence. He seemed thirsty and aggressive.
She was embarrassed at the thought. Even ice-cold water couldn’t soothe her burning throat.
As she had always been curious about the private villa, she took the chance to tour it. She checked out the kitchen, the garden, and the living room. They were carefully decorated and felt homey.
Thinking back to Liana’s provocation, she wondered if the villa was truly Jeremy’s gift to Liana. Was it true that the villa was Jeremy and Liana’s home?
Upon realizing that she had made love to Jeremy at a villa that belonged to Jeremy and Liana, her heart twisted in pain as though it was being crushed.
Feeling suffocated, she returned to Jeremy’s bedroom with heavy footsteps, ready to put on her clothes and leave.
The lounge on the second floor was enveloped in silence. Jeremy’s study was located across from his bedroom.
Alyssa absentmindedly wandered into the study and saw a shelf filled with photo frames. Approaching the shelf, she picked up one and found a gloomy, handsome boy staring at her-the young Jeremy.
Meanwhile, the woman who hugged Jeremy and sat on the vintage couch shared the same alluring eyes as him. She was a stunning beauty.
Eyes twinkling, Alyssa recognized the woman as Jeremy’s birth mother and her late mother-in-law, whom she did not have a chance to meet!
A gasp escaped from her lips. “How gorgeous…”
Winston’s three wives were lovely in their own ways, but none could match Anne Bartley’s beauty. Only
Alyssa’s mother, Jennifer, was Anne’s equal.
This discovery further proved that men were greedy creatures who did not cherish their spouses. Javi who was married to a ravishing woman like Anne, still cheated on Anne with Sophia, who was nowhere a
Alyssa couldn’t help but scoff at Javier’s poor taste.
After checking out a few photos, she realized they were all photos of Jeremy with Anne or Anne’s portraits.
She noticed a familiar face when she was about to leave the study. It was Liana Gardner.
With trembling fingers, she picked up a frame containing a photo of Liana and Jeremy in their teens.
Dressed in similar uniforms, Liana smiled demurely and rested her head on Jeremy’s broad shoulder. They looked like a perfect pair of childhood sweethearts.
Alyssa felt cold upon seeing the photo. She started shivering all over.
She had thought that Liana was in the past, confident that she wouldn’t be triggered by the mention or the sight of Liana.
Yet, she fell into despair after seeing the photo, unable to save herself from falling into the abyss.
She shouldn’t have met Jeremy early in her life, for she was hopelessly captivated by him. Unbeknownst to her, Jeremy shared the same sentiments as well.
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The frame slipped from Alyssa’s hand, crashing onto the ground and shattering into pieces. Shards scattered in all directions, cutting her ankle, and a few drops of blood oozed from the tiny cut.
“Why are you here?” Jeremy’s low voice pierced the air, causing her to tremble.
Without turning around, she coldly replied, “Sorry to disturb you. I’ll leave soon.”
Jeremy stared at her figure, draped in his shirt beneath the soft, warm light. Her curves were vaguely visible under the oversized shirt, a charming sight that tempted him to pull her into an embrace.
He swallowed hard. His throat was dry.
Just moments ago, he woke up drenched in sweat, reflexively reaching for Alyssa, only to find the bed empty. He felt relief, spotting her clothes and heels on the ground, knowing she was somewhere in the villa. He got out of bed to look for her.
The memories of their kisses and the collision of bodies lingered in his mind and heart, but he was unsure how things unfolded.
Did he force himself on her? Or did he somehow hurt her, making her defenseless against his advances?
Gripped by guilt, he approached her emotionally. Suddenly, she spun around and walked past him. He quickly held her by the wrist, pleading, “Please don’t go.”
“You have no right to tell me what to do.”
He pulled her into a hug, reminding her, “We slept together.”
Staring deep into her emotionless eyes, he said firmly, “Alyssa Taylor, we slept with each other. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“No,” she replied curtly and dodged his gaze.
Word for word, she said, “Let go.”
“Alyssa, I don’t take such matters lightly. We’re divorced, but I’ll take responsibility for last night,” he stated sincerely, tightening his grip on her wrist.
“It’s just a one-night stand between adults. You don’t have to take responsibility for me. I am solely responsible for my decision,” she snickered, shaking his hand off.
With mockery, she added, “Mr. Walsh, you need to be cautious when you’re out and about. Better not fali into another trap again.”
“Alyssa Taylor!” he hissed, feeling stung by her remark.
He held her more tightly, prompting her to yell, “Don’t touch me! Get lost!”
