Chapter 211
Danielle replied, [Anything works.]
Ross got out of bed, quickly changed into fresh clothes, and promptly headed out.
Downstairs, Ross ran into Janice, who was getting up to use the bathroom.
“Ross,” Janice asked, “where are you off to this late?”
Ross replied, “I’m bringing Danielle some oatmeal.”
Janice thought to herself, ‘My grandson’s really on the balll‘
Hearing this, Janice said warmly, “Go ahead then. Danielle works so hard as a doctor–be sure to bring her plenty of good food.”
“Mm–hmm.”
As time passed, a drifting cloud veiled the bright moonlight, plunging the entire city into darkness. It fell silent, as if deep in slumber.
In Riverswood Villa, Joshua’s eyes were profound, veiled with deep emotions. His gaze at Shermaine burned like wildfire, scorching her body and soul.
Never before had he yearned so desperately to possess someone.
Their fingers intertwined tightly.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Shermaine’s eyes–those crystal–clear eyes now glistening with moisture, making her look utterly endearing.
Shermaine’s cheeks flushed with allure, her breath coming in soft gasps. Beads of sweat trickled down her swan–like neck, and her glistening toes curled slightly as sensations washed over her.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost all sense of night and day, until finally the bedside lamp softly lit up.
Shermaine pushed aside the light covers and rose from the bed, her legs wobbling slightly as she took two steps.
He offered, “I’ll carry you.”
Shermaine said impatiently, “Hurry up already!”
“Alright,” Joshua murmured, his eyes brimming with adoration.
Immediately, the bathroom door slammed shut behind her.
Joshua waited outside the door, his gaze brimming with tenderness.
‘My Sheary is just the cutest,‘ he thought.
When Shermaine emerged again, the bed was neatly made and spotless. The lingering traces of their passion had gradually faded. Joshua had lit some sandalwood incense, filling the room with its subtle, pleasant fragrance.
In the darkness, a piano melody began to play.
It was a wildly exuberant and free piece, perfectly mirroring Joshua’s mood–the blissful contentment that followed deep satisfaction.
Luckily, Riverswood Villa was a detached house with no neighbors nearby, so they didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone.
Shermaine nestled back into bed, curling up under the covers with a lazy yawn.
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ZUB SHI V
Chapter 211
The piano melody suddenly stopped.
Joshua asked softly, “Sheary, getting sleepy?”
“Mm–hmm, she murmured, her voice lazy and a little breathy, still carrying a hint of allure. “Keep playing.. play that song from before
“Of course,” Joshua replied softly.
Joshua had named that musical piece “Sheary.”
“When clouds sink into mist, when withered leaves dissolve into autumn’s palette, when stars drown themselves in the Milky Way, and dreams slip into the night–that is when I fall, endlessly, into you. Every heartbeat whispers your name; every dawn to dusk henceforth is yours.”
Joshua whispered softly, “Good night, Sheary.”
As the final notes faded, Shermaine had already sunk into a deep slumber.
Joshua gently slipped back into bed and carefully gathered Shermaine into his arms. He nuzzled against her neck, still able to detect his lingering scent and the marks he’d left on her skin.
The next day, Shermaine didn’t wake until ten–it had been ages since she’d slept in so late, clear proof of how much last night had worn her out.
She was starving.
She sat up in bed, feeling a faint discomfort. She’d been fine last night, but now her legs ached and felt even weaker than before.
The next moment, she was enveloped in Joshua’s warm embrace. “Want some water?” he murmured tenderly.
Shermaine nodded. She felt parched, her throat slightly scratchy.
She sipped the warm water, finishing the whole glass in one go. Only then did her throat finally start to feel better.
Joshua slipped his hand under the covers.
Shermaine feigned indifference and said, “What are you up to?”
Joshua murmured, “Let me rub them for you.”
“No need,” she insisted stubbornly. Her back was perfectly fine.
She had always been radiant–ethereally pure yet bewitching–but after that night, her allure only deepened. Now, every glance from her eyes shimmered with an intoxicating, irresistible charm.
With a sleepy drawl, she murmured, “Carry me to the bathroom so I can wash up.”
AD
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