"Gently, ah..."
In the presidential suite on the top floor of The Riverside Hotel, Sumr Monroe was enduring Soren Foster’s vigorous thrusts, her face full of lustful expressions, eyes enticingly gazing at Soren.
After the passion subsided, Sumr pushed away Soren, who was tightly holding her, and got up weakly, leaning against the bedhead to reach for a lady’s cigarette placed on the nightstand.
Once lit, amidst the swirling smoke, Sumr’s beautiful features gradually lost their lustful desire, leaving only cold indifference.
Soren watched her quietly for a mont, approaching to enclose Sumr in his arms, planting a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
"Tsk." Sumr frowned impatiently, "Go take a shower; you’re all sweaty, so sticky."
Soren laughed softly, planting dense kisses on her neck. "Why? Weren’t you enjoying it just now?"
This ti Sumr didn’t push him away. She snorted softly, "Seems it’s not just who likes it, right? Doesn’t Julia Lawrence also like it?"
Joy flashed in Soren’s eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "What, are you jealous?"
Sumr glanced at him, her eyes unrestrainedly mocking, and Soren’s previously leaping heart suddenly sank.
Of course, Sumr wouldn’t be jealous.
She was the one who asked him to lure Julia Lawrence.
Sumr said nothing, squinting her eyes and taking a light inhalation of the mint-flavored cigarette, as the smoke rings spread in the air, drifting away: "I heard Julia Lawrence returned to Gem, so it won’t be long before Evelyn Clayton discovers the truth about this matter."
Soren’s eyes shifted slightly, saying nothing.
After a while, Soren slowly spoke, "She won’t betray ."
"What?" Sumr seed not to understand, raising her eyebrows to look at Soren, "You an Julia won’t betray you?"
Seeing the ridicule on Sumr’s face, inexplicably, Soren suddenly felt his mood grew heavier.
He let go of Sumr, speaking lightly, "Yes, she won’t."
"Sure enough, she fell in love with you." Sumr extinguished the cigarette butt and chuckled lowly, "Although you didn’t handle this perfectly, at least you made a woman infatuated with you, which is quite good."
Soren’s heart tightened as if squeezed, and he instinctively said, "I haven’t been in touch with her, I—"
"She better not betray you, or else you won’t be able to stay by my side." Sumr dressed herself, her tone bordering on cold, "I’m going back now. If there’s anything these days, just co here to et; don’t go to my place."
Despair rose in Soren’s eyes.
He watched Sumr dressing and putting on shoes, transforming from disarray to neatness in just a mont.
As if sothing was swiftly slipping away inside him, Soren approached almost fearfully, embracing Sumr from behind.
"A Yao..." Soren’s voice was hoarse, "Say you love ."
He heard many ’I love you’ from Julia Lawrence.
Deep down, Soren wavered.
All these years, he loved Sumr, and loving her was very arduous.
Anyone’s passionate affection could deceive him away.
"Why are you acting crazy?"
Sumr’s impatient voice was slightly sharp, piercing through Soren’s last bit of fantasy.
He stared blankly as Sumr walked to the door, without even a glance back at him.
Yet, the next second, the hotel door was suddenly knocked.
Sumr instantly turned back and cast a glance at Soren, who was almost undressed.
Soren’s eyes darkened montarily, turned around, and went into the bathroom to grab a bathrobe before coming out.
Only then did Sumr go to open the door.
Seeing the visitor, Sumr’s frowns deepened.
"Matthew Sullivan? What are you doing here?!"
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