Chapter 330 He Kissed Her
She didn't care about the marriage.
He didn't seem very willing either.
So let Alexander call it off.
Later, someone compared her to Holly.
He encountered it and said, "The Livingston family values blood relations. The one engaged to me is Ms. Vanderbilt. It's not that I don't want her; it's that she doesn't fancy me. You all should stop talking so pointlessly."
At that time, his coughing was already severe.
Yet in the high society where everyone despised her, he spoke up for her.
But Alexander had passed away.
She was living in chaos, wanting to check on him and ask about his health.
Who knew he would get into a car accident?
How could someone like him get into a car accident?
Adeline suddenly opened her eyes, raising her hand to block the incoming light.
For a moment, Adeline couldn't tell if she was still dreaming or already awake.
It wasn't until she turned her head slightly and her fingers touched his pajamas that she breathed a sigh of relief.
But immediately, her body froze.
Not for any other reason, but because they were too close.
She could even feel the warmth from his body, and his unique medicinal scent filled her nostrils.
Adeline wanted to get up but ended up closer to him.
That face in the morning was even more tempting.
Charles's arm was draped across her waist.
So close there wasn't even a sliver of space.
Before she could get up, he pinned her wrist down.
Adeline looked at him.
Charles was half-leaning on her, his long legs bent, dominantly restraining her.
Compared to the him she knew, he seemed much more dangerous.
His free hand had already changed direction, his distinct fingers slipping into her pajamas from her waist.
Adeline had never experienced anything like this.
His kiss landed on her neck, the scorching breath making her feel weak.
Her pajamas were wrinkled from his touch; Adeline never knew he could be so strong.
She felt like she was floating in mid-air.
The only thing she could feel was his kneading, a kind of tingling that made her body addicted.
If it weren't for the doorbell, Adeline might have continued to sink with his actions.
"Someone's here." Adeline was like that, rational no matter comfortable or not.
Even though she looked stunning now, her white pajamas already torn open, revealing most of her delicate collarbone, it didn't affect her judgment.
"It should be Robert." Adeline pushed him.
Charles buried his head in her long hair, his voice hoarse. "You can't open the door like this. I'll go; you tidy up."
"Okay." Adeline lazily yawned.
Charles's eyes deepened slightly, buttoning her pajamas, and slowly smiled. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Afraid of what?" Adeline pinched his face, examining it. "With a face like this, I'm not at a loss."
How could she give up so easily in the dream?
Thinking about it now, not being served by Charles felt like a bit of a loss.
Charles didn't know what she was thinking, just raised an eyebrow at her demeanor. "Who did you learn that from?"
"I used to..." Adeline stopped there.
Oops, she was too relaxed for a moment.
She forgot Charles was the type who could guess everything from one sentence.
Charles smiled, his eyes light, signaling her to continue. "You used to what?"
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