Chapter 39
What was going on with Gordon?
Did drinking that chicken soup Intoxicate him, or did it contain something extra, just as I suspected?
“Uh. It might not be a good idea to share a bed. I’m not used to it.”
He held me tighter, prompting me to instinctively push him away, yet I couldn’t break free
He suddenly pushed me against the wall and asked softly. “We haven’t been intimate with each other at all even though we’ve been married for two years, have we?”
His directness took me by surprise, my cheeks flushing instantly
His intense gaze suggested he could devour me, making it impossible for me to meet his eyes
“Weren’t you the one who wanted to keep the distance, Gordon? What’s gotten into you?”
I tried to wriggle free again, but he restrained my hands above my head, his breath warming my face.
His handsome features loomed closer. The seductive intensity was something I had never felt before, sending my heart racing.
“Be honest, do you want to try being intimate with me?”
He tilted my chin up, his eyes pulling me in as if ensnaring my very soul.
“What are you talking about?” I was utterly confused.
“We’re both adults here, don’t play dumb with me. Taylor.”
He smiled again, his lips curling slightly like ripples on a serene lake, utterly mesmerizing.
“I’m not playing dumb. I genuinely don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I dared not to look into his eyes any longer, fearing my heart would only grow more unsettled.
Yet, he forced me to look at him as if he knew my thoughts.
“Do you want me to show you?”
Before I could respond, his lips sealed mine.
At that moment, I felt a suffocating sensation, my body tensing up.
Despite my struggles, he intensified his advances, his grip firm on my hands.
I had never experienced such a forceful and direct approach from a man before.
My mind went blank. My heart raced, nearly melting under his domineering advance.
But just as I was about to succumb to the overwhelming kiss, a memory of drowning in the sea hit me like a furious wave, snapping me back to reality.
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Chapter 39
What was going on with Gordon?
Did drinking that chicken soup intoxicate him, or did it contain something extra, just as I suspected?
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“Uh… It might not be a good idea to share a bed. I’m not used to it.”
He held me tighter, prompting me to instinctively push him away, yet I couldn’t break free.
He suddenly pushed me against the wall and asked softly, “We haven’t been intimate with each other at all even though we’ve been married for two years, have we?”
His directness took me by surprise, my cheeks flushing instantly.
His intense gaze suggested he could devour me, making it impossible for me to meet his eyes.
“Weren’t you the one who wanted to keep the distance, Gordon? What’s gotten into you?”
I tried to wriggle free again, but he restrained my hands above my head, his breath warming my face.
His handsome features loomed closer. The seductive intensity was something I had never felt before,
sending my heart racing.
“Be honest, do you want to try being intimate with me?”
He tilted my chin up, his eyes pulling me in as if ensnaring my very soul.
“What are you talking about?” I was utterly confused.
“We’re both adults here, don’t play dumb with me, Taylor.”
He smiled again, his lips curling slightly like ripples on a serene lake, utterly mesmerizing.
“I’m not playing dumb. I genuinely don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I dared not to look into his eyes any longer, fearing my heart would only grow more unsettled.
Yet, he forced me to look at him as if he knew my thoughts.
“Do you want me to show you?”
Before I could respond, his lips sealed mine.
At that moment, I felt a suffocating sensation, my body tensing up.
Despite my struggles, he intensified his advances, his grip firm on my hands.
I had never experienced such a forceful and direct approach from a man before.
My mind went blank. My heart raced, nearly melting under his domineering advance.
But just as I was about to succumb to the overwhelming kiss, a memory of drowning in the sea hit me like a furious wave, snapping me back to reality.
Chapter 39.
What was I doing? Was I so easily swayed by Gordon’s fleeting affection?
His current state was likely spurred by some drug and not true to his feelings for me.
This wasn’t how he usually behaved toward me. It was not out of love.
Moreover, his true love would meet him tomorrow, and I had foreseen what the future held.
Should I give myself to him completely, just because of his momentary infatuation, only to be hurt as I was in my past life?
No, absolutely not!
even as Gordon was engrossed in his kiss. He appeared to be
A surge of resolve welled up inside me
