Two bodies, both with ulterior motives, pressed together so tightly that not even air could pass between them.
Helena looked up and met Wilfred’s gaze, her voice purring like a kitten as she whimpered:
“Fred, today is my first kiss…”
Wilfred spoke slowly, his voice indifferent: “Lena, that was just a lost game.”
“How can you be like this?”
Helena pouted, showing her grievance.
“Fred, you must have known for a long time that my feelings for you were never just sibling affection.”
“From the first time I saw you, I fell for you. I love your eyes, your nose, your mouth. I care about your every joy and sorrow. I love you so much it drives me crazy. I couldn’t stand watching you marry Josephine, so I left the country on a whim. It was Auntie who told me Josephine wasn’t a good wife, so I came back…”
Helena reached up and hooked her arms around Wilfred’s neck.
Her gaze fell on Wilfred’s prominent Adam’s apple, and she kissed it hard.
Wilfred, in pain, tightened his grip on Helena’s slender waist.
Seeing that Wilfred was still unmoved, tears welled up in the corners of Helena’s eyes.
Her weak fists pounded helplessly on Wilfred’s chest:
“Whatever Josephine can do for you, I can do too. Why don’t you like me? You’ve already seen my body, and kissed me in public. What am I supposed to do? Is it because you mind that when I was twelve, I was cornered in an alley…”
Before she could finish, Wilfred raised his hand, pinched Helena’s chin, and lowered his head to cover her mouth…
Men are creatures who think with their lower bodies.
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At this moment, Wilfred only wanted to satisfy his physical needs, and since the other party confessed her feelings, she was willing.
He didn’t need to worry about anything else.
Zoey and Belinda had already gone to bed.
The night–shift servants knew what should be seen and what should be ignored.
Wilfred wrapped his arm around Helena’s waist, picked her up, and carried her to the car.
He pressed a button, the seat slowly unfolded, and a blast of cold air hit them.
When Wilfred pressed down on her, Helena couldn’t help but tremble.
Tonight, the rice would be cooked–there was no turning back…
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Josephine felt her alcohol tolerance had improved.
After three glasses of red wine, she was only slightly tipsy.
She was dressed in sporty clothes today, so she wore a black canvas crossbody bag.
With both hands hooked on the strap, she walked slowly toward the elevator.
A shadow blocked the space ahead.
Looking up, she saw Zachery standing between the two elevators.
He looked at her intently, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile.
“You’re back?”
Josephine’s heart skipped a beat, panic flashing in her eyes.
Steadying herself, she replied with a soft “Mm,” and unlocked the elevator with her palm print from a distance.
The door opened, she walked in, and heard footsteps following behind her.
Josephine stood in the corner, deliberately keeping her distance.
Zachery’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly as he handed her a medal.
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“Natalia asked me to give this to you.
Josephine saw what it was, took it with both hands, and said politely, “Thank you.”
A heavy, suffocating silence fell.
Zachery searched for something to say: “Did you drink?”
“Yeah, just a little.”
Opal Heights was only five stories tall.
Josephine’s floor, the fourth, arrived. As she walked out, her head suddenly spun and she staggered.
“Careful.”
Zachery caught Josephine’s hand, a flash of nervousness in his eyes.
Josephine felt the warmth and texture from his hand and looked down.
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