Chapter 778: The Sorrow in Passion 2 Chapter 778: The Sorrow in Passion 2 “Listening to Henry Campbell’s words, Alia Wilson laughed and asked him, “Really? So tell , who truly cares for ? Is it you? Don’t you have your own woman to marry? You say Robert Taylor doesn’t truly like , at least he truly wants to marry , and that’s enough.”
“If he marries you, you won’t be happy with him,” Henry tried to persuade her.
Hearing this, Alia found it quite amusing, “So you’re marrying Grace Campbell, are you two happy together?”
“Ava…”
Hearing him call her na, Alia felt a pain in her heart as if it was being twisted.
She stood on tiptoe, and without mincing manners, kissed his lips. At that mont, she just wanted to do this one thing she desired.
Henry didn’t expect that Alia would suddenly kiss him.
The next second, her hand slipped under his clothes, her body pressed tightly against his. Her beautiful and sexy body was a natural temptation.
Henry could sll her fragrance, as well as the scent of red wine from her mouth.
Her kiss was passionate and dominant, demanding strongly.
Henry found he couldn’t resist her passionate allure. Her initiative was like a poison, killing his remaining sanity.
“Ava…” he called her na, unable to suppress himself. He kissed her back passionately, his hands responding to her eager touch.
Countless tis when they were together, he dread of undressing her.
At this mont, she didn’t hesitate to remove her own clothes.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, her legs jumped without hesitation onto his waist, kissing his lips, pressing against his body.
Henry held her, pinning her against the wall, kissing and caressing her fervently…
All their passions were ready to explode at any mont.
Murmurs ca from Alia’s mouth, feeling her entire body start to burn. She yearned to beco one with him, a desire no different than any other man’s.
Like their kisses, even without any strategy, she felt like an earth-shattering shock…
Before they realized it, their bodies had rolled from the wall to the sofa, then from the sofa to the carpet. Everything was just filled with their eager desires.
Alia sat on Henry’s waist, started to unbutton his shirt one by one…
Henry watched as Alia sat on top of him without any clothes on her upper body and undid his buttons; it was as if he was intoxicated, losing his mind.
If every day were like this, how wonderful that would be.
If it weren’t for Henry’s phone constantly ringing, pulling back his remaining sanity, sothing different might have happened between Alia and Henry.
“Don’t answer it!” Alia grabbed his hand.
At this point, even if the phone wasn’t ringing, Henry wouldn’t indulge himself anymore.
He didn’t answer the phone, but picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on Alia one by one, his manner gentle and quiet.
When he was about to put on his own shirt, Alia grabbed it from his hands and threw it aside, shouting loudly: “Young Master Campbell, do you think I’m cheap, don’t you! I made the first move, and you don’t even care!”
“Ava, it’s not what you think,” Henry just thought that he couldn’t give her what she wanted. If he took her anyway, it would be a kind of irresponsible behavior towards her.
So he gave up, as a sign of respect for her.
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