Chapter 192

Blake held her waist and kissed her milky white skin, savoring the indescribable sensations.

...

It was late at night, and no one knew exactly what time it was.

The Rolls-Royce Cullinan was parked inside Oak Garden, and Malcolm had long left.

The car had been shaking for quite some time.

After a while, Blake covered Yasmin—who had passed out—with his suit jacket and carried her up to the second floor.

He took her into the bathroom and ran a warm bath for her. Her body was covered with lots of kiss marks from him. Seeing them made him feel a lot better.

The next day, Yasmin woke up feeling like everything below her waist wasn't hers. She moved a bit, feeling sore and weak all over.

The man next to her had his arm around her. His head rested in the crook of her shoulder, sleeping soundly. Yasmin was annoyed and kicked him.

He opened his eyes, which looked dark and deep.

Yasmin was a little frightened. She turned and pretended to be asleep again.

"You awake?" Blake asked her.