Third POVWyatt looked at Harper faintly with those golden eyes, his mouth tinged with a seemingly absent smile, as if she were naked and unable to hide in front of him. She was wrapped in his embrace, his broad and fiery chest pressed against her back, but she felt her body slowly growing cold.After a few seconds, or even minutes, Harper slowly parted her lips, but all of a sudden Wyatt raised his glass to her. The cold liquor rushed into her mouth and she quickly closed her mouth, but a few drops spilled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin to her collarbone."Ahem!" Choking on the alcohol, Harper coughed violently.Wyatt rubbed her back with his big hand and said with a wicked smile, "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just looking at your beautiful lips and lost my focus."Harper looked up and glared at Wyatt in annoyance. He cupped her chin with his hand, pressed his thumb hard against her lips, wiped away the remnants of red wine, and said in a magnetic voice,
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