Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Victoria bit her bottom lip, choosing to remain silent. Meanwhile, Alice couldn’t help but smirk, eagerly anticipating the moment she could manipulate the foolish Victoria into confronting Yvette.

Later that night, Yvette continued chatting with Martha. She only left the room when Martha was ready for bed.

“Ms. Murray, staff members can’t enter Mr. Quinn’s room. Please go on ahead,” a maid informed Yvette as they reached the door to Wilson’s room.

“Okay,” Yvette replied casually. She then pushed the door open and strode in confidently.

“Baby?”

Wilson had just emerged from the shower, wearing nothing but a loosely tied bathrobe that accentuated his well–defined physique. His chiseled abs were tantalizingly visible, making him incredibly alluring.

Yvette hadn’t expected to walk in on such a scene. Her brows arched lazily as her gaze fixed on his sculpted abs, momentarily forgetting the reason for her visit.

Noticing the glimmer in Yvette’s eyes, Wilson chuckled softly. He had no intention of fixing his loose tobe. Instead, he pulled it open a bit more.

“Baby, do you want to touch me?” Wilson teased with temptation.

The sly fox was at it again! Yvette felt her ears heat up.

When she caught the playful look in his eyes, she lifted her chin with a hint of defiance and agreed boldly. “Sure. Why not?”

Wilson raised an eyebrow, a deep, rumbling laugh escaping his throat. “Baby, I’m ready.”

He was in for it now! Yvette’s eyes sparkled mischievously as her fingers slipped under his loose robe. She traced random patterns on his abs and poked at him with wicked intent. After all, it wasn’t her who would have to take another shower later.

Wilson’s body tensed when he felt Yvette’s soft, slender hand wandering over his firm muscles. A sudden heat rushed through him. He hadn’t expected her to be so daring.

Wilson’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he fought the urge to react, biting down hard on his molars. He had truly set himself up for this.

“So hard.” Yvette couldn’t resist commenting when she felt the taut muscles under her touch. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Wilson’s throat tightened even more. His dark, smoldering eyes were fighting to maintain

control. Did she even realize what she was saying? This was torture.

Seeing his strained expression, Yvette’s mischievous intent deepened. Her fingers continued their exploration, drifting lower.

“Yvie!”