Chapter 472 A Sleepless Night

Lydia, feeling increasingly agitated from the lingering effects of the drug, began to tug at her clothes in frustration. She then straddled Lambert, biting and nipping at him like a small, confused animal.

Lambert couldn't help but chuckle. His clothes were already in shreds from Lydia's frantic attempts. Seeing her snow-white skin, his pupils dilated, and all his previous considerations were thrown out the window. The only thing on his mind now was to pin this woman beneath him and claim her completely.

"Lydia, this time, you're the one who came to me," Lambert murmured hoarsely, his voice thick with suppressed emotions, which now surged forth like a beast unleashed from its cage.

That night was filled with passion, with both of them lost in a frenzy of desire.

Meanwhile, at the Fraine household, the atmosphere was somber.

The exquisite dishes on the dining table had long gone cold. Andrew sat there with a furrowed brow, repeatedly dialing Lydia's number. Wythe, his chubby face fille