Chapter 1057: 492 Threat_1 Chapter 1057: 492 Threat_1 Vanessa Aria buried her face into Violetta Gartia’s chest, the faint aroma of laundry detergent on his clothes mingling with a subtle hint of jasmine, miraculously soothing her tumultuous and confused heart.
She heard his warm voice tinged with worry from above: “Aren’t you ill?
Are you feeling better?
I should’ve visited you sooner.
My apologies for not being there when you were suffering.”
Vanessa’s nose tingled, and she wrapped her arms tighter around his waist.
He was thin, his waist impossibly slender, and through the soft wool of his sweater, she could feel his firm muscles.
His magic, like a pulsating force in her palms, stirred her heart.
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Vanessa Aria leaned toward him and initiated a kiss.
She kissed him wildly and recklessly as if a drowning person clutching at their last lifesaver.
Overwheld by her initiative, he stamred and stumbled, his solid back slamming against the wall.
Unrelenting, Vanessa clung to him like a kangaroo, panting and lost in emotions.
The man’s large hand slipped from her shoulder to her waist, and amid the rise and fall of ragged breaths, vivid images flashed across his mind.
At that mont, clarity washed over him like cold water seeping through the cracks in his skull, leaving his gaze cold and lucid.
Vanessa paused and lifted her head looking at the man close to her.
In near hysteria, she asked: “Why?”
The man gently adjusted her disheveled clothing, covering her exposed body.
“It’s not the right ti.”
“Don’t use this as an excuse.
If you truly love , then prove it,” she barks, nibbling wildly, but the man remained static as if he were a marionette on a string.
Vanessa let out a harsh chuckle.
“Violetta Gartia, you’ve been lying to the whole ti.”
She lowered her head and bit down viciously on his left shoulder.
The man stiffened, his gaze suddenly darkening as he quickly grabbed Vanessa’s wrist with his hand.
Vanessa Aria looked up.
For the first ti, the man before her felt completely foreign.
“So, I’ve never truly seen through you.
Are you impotent or just don’t love at all?”
The man’s throat bobbed, his lips colliding in a cold whisper like the callous voice from hell.
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“I’m talking nonsense?
Violetta Gartia, you’re absolutely heartless.”
Vanessa stord out and slamd the door.
Violetta Gartia stood still for a mont, not attempting to follow Vanessa, and instead walked to the bathroom and took off his sweater.
He ran his finger over his left shoulder.
There, besides the fresh bite mark Vanessa had just left, was another faint brown mark, looking sowhat aged and scarred, that had been with him for a long ti.
His fingers traced the scar as mories flooded his mind.
The shudders and pleasures seed as if they just happened yesterday.
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With a huff, Vanessa Aria stord out of the neighborhood, kicking a wall out of frustration.
“Violetta Gartia, you bastard.”
She recalled the circumstances in which they had first t: she was in a bad mood and went to a bar to let loose.
Here she was not the prim and proper woman everyone knew her as, just a patron looking for a good ti.
Soone had spiked her drink and instead of panicking, she decided to turn the tables on the unknowing man.
However, just as they were about to retreat to a private room, a hand reached out and pulled her back.
The dim hallway was filled with an ambiguous light.
Standing before her was a man, tall and slender, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers.
His back radiated restrained desire.
“What are you looking at?” The other man fled in embarrassnt after being discovered.
As he was about to leave, she stopped him.
“Hey, you ruin my fun and think you can just walk away?”
The man turned around.
His skin was fair and he wore a pair of golden-rimd glasses that seed quite out of place in the raucous, luxurious environnt.
His shirt collar was unbuttoned, with a vivid lipstick stain on the pristine white fabric, revealing his true colours – a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Reserved yet libertine, genteel yet primal.
This was Vanessa’s first impression of Violetta Gartia.
“This is no place for a woman.
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