Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

the back of his foot. He lowered her onto

chest and replied, “Nothing.

enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to put up airs with me, let me make it clear—you won’t end up with

smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have

as if trying to pick up any trace of unwillingness

was completely overtaken by her yearning to go to bed. She closed her eyes and said, “I’m

her without warning, gently placing her on

hour later when the bed stopped creaking and their heavy panting gradually slowed

scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in

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