"What are you looking at? Is this something you should be watching? Your salary for this month will all be deducted." Snapping back to reality, he looked at a few servants nearby who were lining up as if they were all staring at the same angle at the second floor. Scolding them as he went, he walked upstairs, ignoring his wildly beating heart.
:"Charlotte, you still like me." The lingering kiss slowly descended, and the voice was as mesmerizing as a lullaby.
Every inch of her skin was soft and full of elasticity, with a faint floral fragrance - the scent of her favorite essential oil soap, mixed with a hint of her own aroma.
The large hand gently stroked her back from the hem of her clothes, not allowing her to retreat, not letting her resist........
:"Charlotte, it's time for breakfast." Isaac Thompson's voice at the door was full of energy, not at all like he had any heart disease.
