All Chapters of A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adrian's voice, "Please don't go, baby, I'm sorry," lingered in the air, like a fragile flower swaying in the wind. A sadness washed over me, like a spring rain on a morning, softly finding its way to my heart.His hands gripped my legs, a lifeline, clinging to me with a desperation that was nearly palpable, as though he thought that if he let me go, I would be gone from him forever, like sand between his fingers."It's late, Adrian," I told him, my voice gentle but firm, a summer breeze through leaves, attempting to soothe his ragged nerves."Please, I'm only returning, I don't need a headache," I continued, my voice a gentle plea, pleading for understanding as I struggled to shift my legs, to squirm free of his grasp. But Adrian clung tight, his gaze locked on mine, his voice quivering with feeling, like a fragile vase ready to topple."I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice a sincere apology, a desperate bid for reconciliation, as he lifted his eyes to mine, brimming with tea

He rolled me onto his back, hands trailing down my sides to my thighs. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he said, settling between them. I obliged, my breath catching as he blew a stream of cool air over my heated flesh.He leaned in, his tongue tracing around my pussy. Still sensitive from what had happened a little while back, he went slow with it, drawing the taste and all the ways I squirmed underneath him into his mouth.He slid two fingers inside me and curled them into that special spot that made stars appear. His hips bucked against my hand, moaning louder with each thrust."That's it, baby, let me hear you," he growled, his thumb circling your clit. I could feel my body tensing, my muscles contracting around his fingers as my orgasm approached.He obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers until I was screaming out his name, my body shaking with pleasure.He crawled up the length of my body, his lips latching onto mine in a scorching kiss. I tasted me on his ton

As I drew near, he looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and I felt the intensity of his pain, like the black, still waters of a lake on a windless day. "Love," he breathed, his voice barely audible, like the gentle rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze. And while he talked, he leaned his head on my shoulder, his body craving comfort and relief, as a child would under the protective embrace of its mother.And all at once, without reason, his tears started pouring down his cheeks, as slowly dripped the water from a tap. I was dismayed, my heart grieving with a sense of wonder and astonishment, like the sharp sting of a winter's chill wind. What had been able to wound him so, so badly? I wondered, my mind whirling with doubts and questions, like the frothy whirlpool of a hurricane.I raised my hand, gently patting his cheeks, my hand warm and soothing, like the warm rays of a summer sun on a cloudy day. "Tell me what's wrong," I said, my voice with a sense of understanding and concern, like

Adrian's words lingered in the air as a summer morning mist that enveloped everything in mystery while my eyes were drawn to the blueprint like an illuminating summer sunbeam which revealed every detail. "This is it," he exclaimed with an unnatural excitement that resonated like the delicate buzz of a summer insect charged with vibrant energy.My cognitive functions initiated data processing while examining the blueprint, reminiscent of an autumn breeze's delicate leaf rustle which appeared to convey hidden messages. The realization struck me with the delicate collision of a summer wave against warm evening shores. "Baby, there is something your writer is missing," I said, my voice filled with a sense of conviction, like the soft, gentle pounding of a summer drumbeat that seemed to echo through every cell of my body."The importance of the project," I added, my eyes locked onto Adrian's, like the soft, gentle gaze of a summer moon shining brightly in the night sky. I explained why gov

Christian terminated the call, leaving Adrian aghast, his face reddened with pure wrathful passion as anger blazed in his eyes with indignation, like a wildfire raging uncontrolled.... What gives him the right?" he burst out, the sound of his becoming louder, angrier, almost hitting the walls challenge them to let them know he was very upset, then cry for outrage like a wounded deer scaring the sledge."And just how could this lowlife dare!" he spat, as contempt and loathing dripped from every word, venomous in its tone, curling his lip in scowl on face-a very picture of anger and hatred. His eyes glowed incandescent with rage vibrant with indignation, every part of him pulsing with such rage as if a live wire were bursting sparks of electricity.Adrian promptly called Christian again, fingers flying across the keypad as if time were the essence, boiling over with indignant anger and frustration like water that had been put on the stove but never cared for.Adrian's voice, whip-like w