ng woman in his arms. He gave Clark a few brief instructions about w
ted to withdraw his hands from her neck and waist, Rosal
ow.
, and a shiver ran down his spine. He instinctively pulled Rosalin
a white cat's silh
ke, instinctively touched his
mm
lness. He lifted his head, his eyes locked
file. Perhaps influenced by the alcohol, she found herself reaching up to touch his fa
hand, his gaze sharpening with intensity. His throat tightened, and dr
y. Her eyes fluttered open slightly,
lowly closed his eyes, tightened his grip on her hand, and let it fa
d before. The chill in the air mingled with the faint warmth of early summer, creating an at
.
full of vitality. The morning breeze swayed the curtains, and Rosalind opened her eyes. As she pro
amiliar, dee
his cuffs. His handsome face wore a faint smile, and his eyes, no longer as co
embarrassment and awkwardness. As she tried to get out of bed, she noticed her clo
't you left yet?" She asked, soundi
ed, she had drunk too much last night. It wasn't about being pretent
e's no rush this morning." The man smiled softly, ben
m in front of her. She eyed the bathroom door and
. It was ironic that she was now giving him the cold sho
ngely light and refreshed, though he wa
a white V-neck blouse and a black pen
table, his tall figure relaxed in a posture reminiscent of an ari
y greeted her with a smile,
ooked up, setting aside
itting down and sipping her milk. "I need to go to the TV statio
r in the foyer," he said, pausing briefly. "I need to go out too, so I can drop
ful and spirited demeanor. She pursed her lips and deliberately l
aw Rosalind's red lips curve into a smile as she put down her half-e
an:
trouble. Looks like last night wa
laugh, but she quickly stopped when she c
the basement and put
een completely outmaneuvered by a woman. He slammed down his
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