129. The Limits of Andrew's Patience

Alice squirmed, trying to stretch her muscles that felt weak. Her hands reached to the side of the bed, searching for the presence of the man who had pampered her last night while simultaneously pounding her body until she was helpless. Recalling last night made Alice's face feel hot. She touched both her cheeks, slowly opening her eyes. Realizing it was already noon, Alice quickly got up; she had a photoshoot at the studio in the afternoon. She pushed aside the blanket covering her naked body and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

With a happy feeling, Alice emerged from the room in her usual casual dress. She let her wet hair flow freely. Her steps headed towards the kitchen. Instantly, Alice smiled widely upon seeing Andrew, who was only wearing boxers, sitting at the dining table with a cup of hot coffee in front of him. The man seemed to be reading the newspaper seriously. Not to mention, his hair still looked wet. A week without meeting him made Alice miss him a lot.

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