All Chapters of REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Where Patricia found the courage to pull Alvin in for a passionate kiss, she couldn’t tell. Her lips met his with an urgency that was beyond her control, like a spark that set off an uncontrollable blaze between them. The moment their mouths collided, the world outside seemed to blur, fading into a haze of need and desire. Her heart pounded against her chest, each beat syncing with the rise and fall of her breath, and the warmth of his body radiated through her, intensifying the heat she already felt building inside.“Wait,” Alvin breathed, his lips barely pulling away from hers, his forehead gently resting against hers. The intimate closeness lingered as their breaths mingled in the small space between them, the air thick with tension. His voice, deep and husky, was filled with restraint, though the heat in his eyes betrayed his struggle to hold back.“Oh, please,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling with desperation, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as if afraid he

"What kind of question is that, Alvin?" Patricia’s laugh escaped her lips, light yet tinged with disbelief, as if she couldn’t quite comprehend the direction of their conversation. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and despite her best efforts, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, softening her usually guarded expression.Alvin, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, folded his arms across his chest and gave her a knowing look. "Just answer it," he insisted, his grin widening with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he were holding back a secret. His voice was teasing, but beneath the playful tone, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of something deeper—something that left Patricia feeling slightly unsettled.Patricia shook her head, exhaling slowly as she tried to regain her composure. Her fingers tightened around the mug of coffee she held, the warmth seeping into her skin, grounding her. She opened her mouth to respond, but her words were laced with humor t

If there was one thing Patricia adored about Alvin, it was how he made every moment between them feel like the first time—raw, electrifying, and unforgettable. Even now, after they had just been intimate, the way his lips moved against hers carried a promise of uncharted pleasure, like a storm gathering strength, ready to sweep her away.A storm she welcomed with open arms.The room around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in the center of a whirlwind of desire. The air between them crackled, thick with the palpable anticipation that clung to their skin. Patricia could feel the heat radiating from Alvin’s body, every inch of him tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. His breath, warm and steady, brushed her lips, teasing her, drawing her into the vortex of passion that swirled between them.Her senses heightened, every touch magnified a hundredfold. The brush of his fingers against her skin sent sparks skittering across her nerves, while the mere proximity of his m

Alvin's fingers continued their expert movements, a sensual dance that drove Patricia closer and closer to the brink of release. Each stroke felt like a carefully orchestrated symphony of desire, stirring something primal within her that she could no longer ignore. The pressure in her core built steadily, a delightful tension that ignited every nerve in her body, making her skin come alive with a craving that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Each caress was a spark, and her breath hitched with every skilled stroke of his hand, sending electric shivers racing down her spine and pooling in her belly, leaving her gasping for more.Her body was taut with need, trembling under his intoxicating control, yet just as she thought she might finally tumble into bliss, Alvin’s touch slowed—teasing, torturing her with its exquisite restraint. It was a maddening game that made her heart race faster, her pulse pounding in her ears like a wild drum, a tempo that echoed the growing urgency of he

“Oh—oh my God—Alvin!” she gasped, her voice shaky, breathless, as if her lungs could no longer keep up with the intensity of what her body was enduring.Her nails dug deeply into Alvin’s broad shoulders, the tips of her fingers trembling as they clung to his skin like lifelines. His body hovered over hers, powerful and commanding, every muscle tensing with restraint as he held back the full force of his desire. The heat of him, the way he filled her—completely, utterly, as though every inch of her was being claimed—made her feel like she was unraveling at the seams. Her body stretched to accommodate him, every nerve igniting as the tension between them built into an all-consuming fire.A guttural sound escaped Alvin’s throat, a low, primal groan that sent a shiver down her spine. His hands gripped her thighs with possessive intensity, fingers curling into the soft flesh, holding her firmly in place as his hips began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each roll of his hips was prec