Chapter 482

Angeline's slightly parted red lips made Sean unable to look away. He wanted to devour her.

She could feel his thumb pressing against her chin, signaling her to look up…

"Sean…" she whimpered, her voice breathy and coquettish. "Stop kissing. Mr. Powell is coming back."

He brushed away the strands of hair dampened by fine sweat. With a hoarse voice, he said, "If Taylor doesn't have this much insight, he wouldn't have been my assistant for so many years."

During their first encounter when she had been drugged, it was Taylor who had bought the clothes and brought them over. Considering what had happened afterward, how could Taylor not know?

At this moment, Taylor had already gotten some water and hangover medicine. He was standing under the pharmacy awning, waiting for Sean's call.

Angeline took a breath, refusing Sean's attempt to kiss her again. She got off him and rolled down the car window slightly.

The cold air rushed in, relieving the heat on her flushed cheeks slightly.

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