Chapter 52 Is it really you? Is it you, Sebastian?
Sebastian lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her forehead, and their noses touched each other. "You can't withstand my treatment, with your fair skin. Even a light squeeze leaves a red mark. I can't control myself," he whispered.
Isabella blushed and didn't know how to respond, so she simply clenched her fist and lightly punched his chest.
Of course, her punch had no effect on Sebastian. It even carried a hint of flirtation.
"It's been two days already," he asked, "why hasn't this mark faded yet?"
"It's because you were too forceful," Isabella replied, looking at him.
Sebastian chuckled softly, "I think it looks better without covering it up."
"You think so, huh?"
"Well then, should I be gentler next time? So the marks disappear faster?" he asked.
Isabella reached out to cover his mouth, but as soon as her hand touched his thin lips, he unexpectedly licked her palm.
A tingling and moist sensation made her tremble for a moment before she quickly pulled her hand back.
The more she reacted like this, the more Sebastian enjoyed teasing her. Every time he saw her blushing face, to the point that even the tips of her ears turned red, he would feel satisfied and contented.
Where else could he find such an easily embarrassed woman? She was too adorable.
Sebastian asked, "Shall we do it? Hm?"
Isabella was startled. Do it? In the elevator...do it?
Has he gone mad?
Seeing her bewildered expression, Sebastian quickly understood that she had misunderstood.
"I meant to say do it together, you think it's embarrassing, right? Then let's be embarrassed together," Sebastian clarified, "Where did your mind wander off to?"
Isabella immediately lowered her head, feeling frustrated with herself for the thoughts that had crossed her mind just now.
"Don't worry..." he whispered, "I wouldn't demand it here. If someone saw, I would want to gouge out their eyes."
She was his, from head to toe, every inch of her belonged entirely to him.
Those who coveted her deserved to die.
Isabella didn't have the courage to agree with him. "Stop joking around. Let's talk about it at home, okay? This is the company, don't you still have a lot of work to handle?"
"I have plenty of time for you," he stated.
Saying that, Sebastian glanced up, "We're almost at the negative first floor."
Isabella quickly reached out and pressed the button for the negative first floor, then pressed the button for the president's office floor.
Watching her anxious gestures, Sebastian let out a deep, hearty laugh.
"Is it amusing to tease me like this?" Isabella snapped, enraged. "Why is your skin so thick, Sebastian?!"
She was about to lose her mind.
To her surprise, he calmly replied, "I haven't done anything to you. It's you who wants to do something to me."
"I don't want to do anything to you."
"But I want you to do something to me."
"What do you think?" It felt like a tongue twister, swirling around and getting dizzy. The elevator started ascending again, and time was running out. Isabella thought to herself, she would really be too ashamed to face anyone if Kaine catches them behaving this way again when the doors open.
Gritting her teeth, summoning her courage, Isabella reached out and unbuttoned the top button of Sebastian's shirt, then slowly lowered it. "Very good," Sebastian's voice came from above, "Keep going." Her trembling red lips pressed against Sebastian's lean and strong clavicle. The scent of masculinity engulfed her. Isabella's clumsy actions, for Sebastian, were extremely fatally attractive. He really wanted to take her then and there!
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