I never thought I would be moved by a man’s honest and slightly vulnerable deanor.
Back then, Samuel Grant knelt on the ground, begging desperately, almost completely losing all dignity, resembling a stray dog.
Seeing such a scene, her heart did not stir at all; instead, she felt like kicking him.
But at this mont, just because William Foster slightly showed his vulnerable side, she felt a heart-wrenching pity.
This contrast in how she treated different people was sothing even she couldn’t understand.
In appearance, there were certain similarities, but in terms of looks, figure, or personal aura, William Foster far surpassed Samuel Grant.
Why was there such a significant difference between the two?
Perhaps because every ti William Foster saw her, he was always impeccably dressed and often brought a small gift as a surprise, like the bouquet of flowers he brought today.
Thinking this way, it seed everything beca reasonable again.
So, Clara Bennett gently placed the faintly fragrant flowers beside the seat, slowly reached out to hook William Foster’s firm and strong wrist, with a playful yet gentle smile on her face, and said, "Actually, I was just kidding with you. I’m still wearing that cheongsam, do you want to see it first?"
William Foster naturally knew this was just another form of kindness from this beautiful woman in front of him.
He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, as if a once empty place was finally filled. Yet at the sa ti, he had a vague worry, wondering if constantly using such thods to please her would soday bring punishnt.
But after thinking it over carefully...
No matter how many consequences it might bring, it wouldn’t add any extra guilt, so might as well take a gamble.
Besides, at this mont, there were only the two of them left in the car; the driver and the accompanying assistant had long sensibly left to give them space.
In such a scenario, doing sothing unntionable inside the car didn’t seem inappropriate.
Thinking of this, William Foster slowly and cautiously placed his hand on Clara Bennett’s slender and soft waist, speaking to her in a slightly low voice.
"For a cheongsam, a form-fitting and aesthetically pleasing outfit, it’s clearly insufficient to judge its style just with the eyes. One needs to personally experience and touch it to truly feel its charm."
William Foster’s tone seed hesitant, but he was already quietly taking action: "But, would this be inappropriate?"
Clara Bennett raised an eyebrow, looking directly at him: "If you don’t asure properly, how will people customize similar styles in the future?"
William Foster swallowed, feeling a bit nervous yet unable to suppress his curiosity and excitent.
"Alright then, since it’s for work, I’ll asure properly."
After saying this, his long fingers gently and cautiously, yet with exceptional skill, slid down.
However, while taking this step, he didn’t forget to try to divert attention by casually asking, "What color is this cheongsam?"
Clara Bennett answered faintly, with no ripple in her voice: "Black."
Upon hearing this, William Foster smiled slightly and continued to ask seemingly irrelevant questions: "Is there an opening here?"
This ti, Clara Bennett’s cheeks blushed faintly, evidently asked about sothing a bit embarrassing, and she playfully voiced her thoughts.
"Move your hands, not just your mouth!"
Originally just a simple task of asuring dinsions, but sohow, in this subtle process, an unspeakable sentint erged between the two of them, changing the entire room’s atmosphere.
Suddenly, William Foster pulled Clara Bennett tightly into his embrace, feeling this warmth and closeness, Clara Bennett squinted slightly, trying to appear calm.
"Mr. Foster, how did asuring dinsions turn into hugging? I’ve really never heard of such a strange thod."
She spoke with a bit of teasing in her voice.
In response, William Foster leaned in close, almost touching her ear, gently brushing his lips against her small, adorable earlobe, and uttered words that would make anyone blush, in a low and slightly husky voice.
"Ma’am, let get a little closer. I can’t see clearly. I need to be more thorough."
Clara Bennett slightly raised an eyebrow, no longer hesitating, and chose to sit directly on his lap, smiling with her eyes but looking particularly frosty as she said, "Is this close enough? Should be very clear now, right?"
William Foster didn’t show much surprise or shock at this move; instead, he chuckled lightly and nodded: "Mm, it’s quite clear. But suddenly, I have another thought, wanting to do so other activities."
Faced with this sudden suggestion, Clara Bennett first felt puzzled, then questioned it, but before she could finish speaking, William Foster eagerly covered her lips with his, while his hands began to wander restlessly around her waist.
The temperature inside the carriage was rising rapidly, their breaths becoming more and more ambiguous and tangled, and the air seed filled with a sweetness that couldn’t help but make one’s heart race.
Just then, Clara Bennett’s phone rang, its crisp ringtone breaking the montary silence.
This sound seed particularly abrupt in this enclosed space, as if urging them back to reality.
Clara Bennett instinctively reached out to answer, only to suddenly feel her wrist grasped by a strong hand.
She looked up and saw William Foster gazing at her with possessive eyes, his grip just right, neither hurting her nor allowing her to break free.
At this mont, her heart raced a few beats faster.
Clara Bennett couldn’t help but inwardly grumble that this guy’s way of taking advantage was always dominantly irresistible.
Clearly appearing gentle and elegant, yet always able to show his dominant side at the most critical monts, leaving one defenseless.
After such entanglents each ti, she deeply realized how "dangerous" this usually seemingly refined William Foster was.
His embrace was like a carefully weaved trap, gentle yet firm. His arms were as steady as iron clamps, enclosing one easily in his world, leaving no escape.
As for his lips and teeth, more like a fire, burning away all desires and reason wherever they passed, making resistance futile.
The call was about to end, and finally, Clara Bennett found a chance to slip out of William Foster’s embrace.
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