"Becca..."
Rebecca Quentin resisted more, but Howard Geoffrey moved her restless hands from his chest and spoke with a tense voice, "Becca, I'm afraid I have to break my promise..."
"Bastard!" Unable to resist, Rebecca Quentin turned her face.
Paris, France.
At night, Chester Robinson sat alone in the outdoor garden outside his bedroom, the diffuse light casting on his pensive face, his eyes increasingly reflecting a deep intensity.
"Brother..."
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
Snapping back to reality, Chester Robinson saw that Alice Robinson was already sitting on his lap.
The faint scent of Chanel No. 5 wafted into Chester Robinson's nose.
Alice's hands encircled Chester's neck, her bright eyes gazing at his distinguished and elegant face.
Today, Alice was dressed in a tight white dress that accentuated her excellent figure, enchanting and alluring, as beautiful and captivating as ever.
Alice coquettishly asked, "Why did you come back to the room right after dinner?"
