Chapter 219 Their Wedding Night

Lucian was so close to losing it. He almost reached out and touched her lady parts.

"Calista …"

Calista's consciousness was receding like the tide at that moment. Her gaze was drawn to his thin lips, and all she could think about was kissing him.

The woman frowned and muttered, "I don't feel so well, Paul … I feel sick."

Her memory was still stuck on the moment when Paul lifted her from the bed and whispered in her ear, "Calista, it's me, Paul."

For a brief moment, Lucian froze and felt a dull ache in his chest. His rationality and restraint went to hell in an instant, replaced by a strong desire to dominate and possess her.

Then, a thought occurred to him—he would make her forget everyone else's names except his!

Calista felt herself being lifted high into the air, and the sensation of weightlessness caused her fists to clench instinctively. Then, she landed on something soft.

Lucian lowered his head and lit a cigarette while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windo