"I don't want you." He said, while zipping up her dress, "We'll talk after... your 'visitor' leaves."
As he finished speaking, he could clearly feel the little woman's chest heaving intensely. It seemed like she really needed his affection.
She lay softly on the sofa, biting her lip, her face flushed. After a two-second pause, she hurriedly got up and fled from his view...
*
At the entrance of the castle.
The car stopped, and Eva Nightingale got out.
She had already composed herself, zipping up her jacket to cover most of the purple kiss marks on her body. Eliana Beckett probably wouldn't notice.
In her hurry, she didn't notice in the darkness, not far away… a black Land Rover was parked.
The man inside the car had piercing dark eyes focused intently on Eva Nightingale's petite figure, watching her back.
In the moonlight, with shadows flitting, how beautiful it was.
