Chapter 102 SPARRING SESSION

Izzabelle was plopping comfortably on her bed while sleeping. Her gentle snores of tiredness rebated into her man’s ears. She would also lick her delectable lips from time to time.

Ethan was delightfully amused while watching his woman’s funny movements. He was itching to capture his woman’s lips and suck her breath but he restrained himself from doing it. His woman needed so much energy for the masquerade ball tonight to accomplish something. Besides, he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt her rest again.

‘Hold your damned horses' dude...’ he muttered to himself inwardly.

He looked at Izzabelle’s bedside clock then stood upright cautiously and carefully. His eyes roamed around and found his woman’s wardrobe. He rummage inside and found a white unisex