She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 235

Ding!

Just then, the elevator doors slid open.

The two of them stopped bickering and stepped inside.

In the close quarters of the elevator, the atmosphere grew heated and electric.

Even the most disciplined person would have trouble resisting this kind of temptation.

When Hester pressed her lips to Marshall’s, he responded instinctively, unable to hold back.

There was still a hint of reason lingering in Hester’s mind, but she could feel the intensity of his desire. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

She’d thought things would only go further once they reached the room, but looking at him now, she was sure—there wasn’t a man in the world she couldn’t conquer.

Sorry, Celine, my dear sister. I’ve set my sights on your man. I’ll borrow him for a while.

The rush of excitement and pleasure was overwhelming.

Marshall’s mind was ablaze. This wasn’t like him—he was not the impulsive type.

He’d always been disciplined, especially when it came to temptation. Even when he met a girl he liked, he wouldn’t show it right away.

But this time… something was different. Around Hester, he lost all control; his body craved her, wanted to claim her.

He understood that Hester had been drugged.

He could have taken her to the hospital, or at least doused her with cold water.

But he didn’t. Instead, he answered her kiss with his own.

This alone spoke volumes—he was willing to be her antidote.

Her sultry, beguiling voice made his ears burn.

Her body radiated heat, and when he looked into her hazy, desperate gaze, Marshall’s breathing grew ragged.

His voice was hoarse when he asked, “Should I take you to the hospital?”

Hester saw right through him; she knew he was testing her.

But her body’s response told her there was no way he’d actually take her to the hospital now.

He just didn’t want to be accused of taking advantage of her.

Hester’s voice was soft, pleading, her words barely more than a whisper. “No… I want you… please…”

Then she pulled him into another kiss, deeper this time.

A moment ago, she’d been feigning innocence, pretending to be some pure-hearted fake angel.

But the mood had already reached a tipping point—anything less than giving in completely would be an injustice to the intoxicating, charged atmosphere.

Right then, the elevator doors opened.

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