Chapter 150: The sweetness when leaving Chapter 150: The sweetness when leaving Arnold Johnson’s Mansion.
Victoria Garcia stood under the showerhead, but her mind continuously flashed back to the scene in the underground car park where Arnold Johnson embraced her without a word and kissed her lips. In that instant, her entire body trembled uncontrollably, and it felt as if a fire had ignited within her heart.
When he released her, her ears were still burning, and throughout the entire process, she didn’t have a single thought of rejection.
She even found herself sowhat expectant, yet she did not know what she was expecting, nor did she want to find out.
Not knowing how long she had been showering, Victoria felt her breathing had beco sowhat rapid. She turned off the shower, dried her body with a bath towel, and put on her ho clothes.
As she walked out of the bathroom door, Arnold Johnson’s gaze t her own.
His eyes fell on Victoria’s figure, her white camisole and white casual shorts accentuating her exquisite curves.
The white bath towel hung over her shoulder, and she wiped her damp hair with her hand. Even more charming, she stood barefoot on the carpet, her straight and slender legs captivating, while her ten neat toes lined up a row…
Many years later, Arnold Johnson still thought this scene was extrely sensual—a discreet, low-key sensuality.
He walked toward her, his body closing in on hers.
The mont he approached, Victoria’s nose caught his scent, a strong, burning fragrance. Instinctively, she stepped back.
Arnold Johnson didn’t hesitate because of her retreat; he advanced directly, his hand reaching out to hers and the white towel she held.
Victoria’s lips had barely moved when Arnold Johnson’s lips reached her ear, his deep and hoarse voice lingering around her, “Let help you dry your hair.”
His words carried an undeniable power, causing her hand to loosen automatically after he finished speaking. In retrospect, Victoria felt she must have been bewitched or possessed by sothing.
Arnold Johnson’s hand gently rubbed her hair, his breaths wafting past her nose in waves, indelible.
“I’ll help you dry it,” he said, turning on the hairdryer.
His slender fingers passed through her hair, and with the speed of the hairdryer, felt like bursts of electricity running through, making her skin tremble. She couldn’t help but clench her hands.
This continued until he turned off the hairdryer.
She thought there would be a chance for respite, but then she realized she was wrong.
Arnold Johnson’s arm encircled her from behind, his head resting on hers, murmuring, “I like the softness of your hair and its scent.”
As he spoke, he tightened his embrace around her body.
His head slowly moved downward from her hair, circling her ear and eventually resting on her neck, using his faintly protruding stubble to tickle and prick her skin.
But soon, Victoria found her breathing becoming heavier, an inexplicable heat guiding her body.
This maddening, tickling sensation made her gasp for air, yet the air she inhaled was filled with his scent. Her body involuntarily beca even more passionate and tender, spurred on by his presence.
This feeling both frightened her and made her want to escape, yet instinctively she followed Arnold Johnson’s rhythm…
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