NovelStart"I understand... I couldn't help myself tonight. I won't be so irrational anymore." lan stood up, bowing to Justin guiltily.
"Humans make mistakes. You haven't done anything wrong, so you don't need to be like this. But since you found the right person, you should choose the right timing." Justin's tall figure left his seat. He walked toward the wine cellar's door and suddenly halted, squinting at lan. "Is the gift you gave Ms. Mead another one of those cliche, luxurious items? You lack creativity, sincerity, and meaning. No wonder she rejected it." lan could not help but feel embarrassed. Justin was right on point! On the way home, Carrie felt like someone was awfully sullen and quiet.
When they were on the bed, Ryan could not hold back anymore. His eyes were tainted with desire, and his large hands had slipped under Carrie's white nightgown.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir breaths entangled as their fingers intertwined, sweaty.
Tonight, he took from Carrie without feeling any exhaustion.
His caress on her lips, waist, and breasts made her melt.
In the end, when he sat up and held her tight as they reached their climax together, Ryan only felt that the woman in his arms was burning up.
Carrie lay in Ryan's arms as if she did not have a spine. They were still connected, but she did not care anymore. Her eyelids struggled to stay open.
"Honey, you're the best. What do you want as a reward?" Ryan kissed Carrie's forehead, which was covered with sweat. His voice was thick and husky, filled with lust.
Carrie was half-asleep. "I... Want... The little panda." Ryan's eyes immediately narrowed, and his heart skipped a beat. “What?” "Little panda... So cute... I want to have a bite." Carrie still felt a little regret for not being able to eat the panda pastry that Ralph bought. Her stomach grumbled, and she licked her lips.
"Carrie Salvador." Ryan's eyes went red as he pinned her down again. "Do you want to eat the little panda, or are you thinking about the person who gave it to you, huh?" His voice was harsher than before, filled with possessiveness that made her heart tremble.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ryan... What happened to you?" "Answer me!" Ryan questioned her with heavy resentment.
Carrie's heart raced nervously, and she no longer felt sleepy. "Um... I... I want to eat the little panda. I only want to eat the pastry...' Upon hearing her words, Ryan felt at ease. But he still refused to let her off. His domineering kiss almost drained every bit of air in her lungs.
"Honey, in the future, you can't take what another man gives you... You can only take from me. You can only look atand want me..." As Ryan spoke, his eyes revealed a hint of inexplicable grievance. S He was indeed head-over-heels in love with Carrie.
If not for his overwhelming love for Carrie, how could he beca terrifyingly jealous person? How could he feel insecure about every little thing? In the latter half of the night, if it were not for Carrie's tearful begging, they might have stayed up late enough to watch the sunrise.
After Carrie fell asleep, Ryan got up and took a cold shower for almost half an hour, not even bothering to finish drying himself before putting on a robe and picking up his phone to call Yasmin. Soon, Yasmin changed into proper clothes and cto his bedroom door.
"Mr. Hoffman, do you have any orders?" "Tomorrow morning, I want you to buy out that pastry shop that Carrie likes!" Ryan gritted his teeth fiercely, clenching his fists.
Yasmin was stunned. Her expression was uncertain. "That shop has been run by a family for generations and is almost a century- old establishment... I'm afraid they won't agree." "Then fucking let the Hoffman Group beca shareholder! Anyway, if Carrie wants to eat their pastries, they must deliver them tolimmediately! If they disagree, make that damn shop disappear from Savrow!" He slammed the door shut.
Yasmin stood shocked for a while, then she returned to her senses, feeling exasperated.
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