From initial restraint and endurance to eventual deep entanglent of emotions.
Every single sound carries a different emotion.
For soone like Matthew Morgan, desire is not a great temptation.
What truly drove him mad was Chloe Grant herself.
Her every frown and smile, her every move—sotis even her simple act of eating an ice pop could make him lose his mind.
He only wanted to possess her wildly!
Especially on such a night... with torrential rain pouring down.
Moreover, it was after he had witnessed her heartbreak over Lucas Morgan in the hotel.
Chloe Grant never knew that there was a man who went mad because of her.
A man who hid his love for her from the whole world, to the point of insanity.
...
Chloe Grant had a dream.
Not a nightmare, but a dream she herself couldn’t tell if it was a good dream or a bad one.
The details were blurry, she only felt like she was sinking to the bottom of an icy lake, cold and unable to breathe. At first, she was crying for help, but gradually, she lost the strength.
And in her despair, the initially calm lake surface suddenly erupted with a massive sound, soone dived in, held her tight, and kissed her.
In an instant, all her life-force began to revive.
The scene quickly shifted...
She was in the midst of a fiery blaze, flas blazing all around, she felt suffocated, breathing heavily.
Just when she despaired and thought the flas would consu her life, a pair of hands suddenly pulled her away...
The scene shifted again, many scenarios, Chloe Grant couldn’t rember clearly.
The only thing she rembered was, in her monts of despair, soone always ca to her rescue.
That person was familiar to her, yet she couldn’t see the face clearly.
In a particular mont, Chloe Grant’s body suddenly shivered, then she abruptly opened her eyes...
It was already daylight, sunlight stread through the window, making the room exceptionally bright.
Chloe Grant frowned, raised a hand to block the light, and took so ti to adjust.
Yesterday... wasn’t she supposed to be sleeping by the window?
How did she end up in bed?
Chloe Grant propped herself up from the bed, her whole body felt limp, her waist ached slightly, and she felt damp all over.
Especially... between her thighs, there was a particularly sticky sensation.
Could it be... her period ca?
Chloe Grant gritted her teeth and made her way to the bathroom.
anwhile—
Matthew Morgan was standing on the balcony of the room, casually draped in a black robe, the collar slightly open, revealing a solid and captivating chest.
His hair was wet and slightly disheveled, adding a wild and alluring aura.
His hand rested casually on the railing, with a cigarette half-burned between his index and middle fingers, gazing into the distance with deep, profound eyes.
A heavy rain had just fallen overnight, stopping only at dawn, the air was mixed with the scent of earth, quite refreshing.
Yet at this mont, Matthew Morgan’s mind was filled with images from last night.
He had lost control...
But luckily, he was inherently a person whose reason exceeded emotions, even when losing reason, he was able to restrain himself at the last mont.
He raised his hand irritably, taking a deep breath.
Finally extinguishing the cigarette butt, he headed back inside the room.
Next door room.
Chloe Grant ca out after taking a shower, her face flushed, her expression odd.
When she reached the bed, she flopped onto it, her small fists pounding the bed in annoyance.
"How could it be..."
Did she have a wet dream last night, was that why...
Chloe Grant buried her head under the covers.
She couldn’t help but recall the madness of that night a few days ago.
Actually, since she had also been drinking, her mory and sensations weren’t very clear.
She rembered feeling a lot of pain, but that pain was fleeting, followed by a feeling she’d never experienced before...
If she had to describe it, there was only one phrase: Heaven and earth.
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