If it wasn’t for her previous experience with herbal dicine, how could she have remained so clear-headed and controlled her emotions?
After leaving Lillian Morris’s room, Maya Spencer supported herself against the wall, step by step heading toward the suite at the end of the corridor. By the ti she reached the door, if the room had been just a step farther away, she might not have made it.
Leaning weakly against the door, Maya’s small hand reached up and knocked. The door opened imdiately, and she looked up at the man in front of her. She seed to find release, her body relaxing completely as she fell forward, her small hand sliding from his chest down to his feet as she knelt before him.
The man looked at her limp body, her blank eyes, and flushed face. He didn’t need to think too much to understand what had happened.
Earlier, at the charity gala, he inexplicably received a call from Lillian Morris. But the text ssage said, "Third Brother, quickly return to the room, Maya."
Upon receiving the ssage, Liam Spencer sensed sothing was wrong, so he quickly returned to the room. Just as he stepped inside, Maya knocked. Seeing her collapse in front of him, he slowly bent down, knelt on one knee in front of her, picked her up from the floor, all the while murmuring complaints.
"How foolish, falling for the sa trick twice."
In her daze, Maya listened to the man’s murmuring, snuggling her small face into his embrace, signaling her gratitude for him returning, for opening the door, and for later helping her with the antidote.
Liam looked at the girl’s vulnerable state, took a deep breath, shook his head in resignation, then carried her into the bathroom. He placed her in the bathtub, undressed her, and filled the tub with water.
Maya could feel his touch, his kisses, until finally the discomfort faded away, replaced by comfort. It was so comfortable she clung to him tightly.
At four in the morning, when Maya awoke from her exhaustion, she lifted her head and, by the glow of the night lamp, saw Liam’s handso face.
Instantly, mories of the previous night surged back. She recalled their struggle in the bathroom, how he made her feel at her utmost comfort, and her face turned beet-red. She secretly tried to lift his hand from her waist and attempt to escape.
This was her third ti with her Third Brother. The first ti, both were emotionally unstable; the second, she had no choice. But this ti, she had willingly co to him.
She looked at the marks on her body, realizing he was gentler than before, more concerned about her comfort, trying not to hurt her.
Taking a deep breath, she quietly sat up, grabbed his robe, draped it over herself, and prepared to slip away.
Just as she was about to get off the bed, the man’s large hand suddenly encircled her waist, pulling her back hard onto the bed.
In an instant, Maya almost scread from fright, "Ah!" The scream made the man frown.
Afterward, he hugged her tightly from behind, gently kneading her neck with his right hand, resting his chin on her shoulder, nibbling her earlobe, saying, "Maya, you’re quite unruly. I help you with the antidote, and you don’t even thank , just thinking of running away?"
Maya listened to the man’s questioning, almost in tears, thinking that last night she gave him quite the opportunity, yet he still expected her to thank him. Did this man have no sha?
But to be fair, if Liam had ignored her ssage last night, hadn’t opened the door, the consequences would have been unthinkable. She would have been utterly embarrassed.
So, swallowing her pride, she cautiously said, "Thank you, Third Brother."
"Hmm! I prefer to be thanked with actions."
However, the more Maya tried to break free, the tighter the man held her.
"Third Brother!" Maya trembled all over, unable to keep from calling out to him.
"Rember this, Maya." Perhaps because it was her second ti taking such dication, Maya’s consciousness was clearer than before. She even rembered the positions they used. Now, fully awake, she felt intensely embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to return to her room.
"Do you want to be ungrateful?" Seeing her reject him, the man grabbed her small hand, placed it in his mouth, and gently bit down.
"Third Brother..." This ti, her response was just a simple "Third Brother."
Liam particularly liked it when the girl called him Third Brother; it put him in an exceptionally good mood.
When they next woke, the sun had already risen over the sea,
It was the first ti the two had slept from dusk till dawn,
By then, Liam opened his eyes, pat her thigh and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"It hurts!" Her answer was simple and straightforward, with a hint of complaint.
"Let massage it for you." The man said and actually reached out to massage her, making Maya blush instantly. But, undeniably, the massage was indeed quite soothing.
While enjoying the man’s service, Maya angrily cursed Elia Spencer, threatening not to let her get away with it. But Liam said he wanted to thank Elia! If not for her, Maya surely wouldn’t have behaved last night.
"Knock, knock, knock!" Just as they were chatting happily, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
In an instant, Maya was scared stiff, pushed away the man’s hand that was massaging her, and pulled the quilt over herself tightly, not even showing a strand of hair.
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