Chapter 1192
He had seen right through all her armor, all her forced strength.
The tightly wound string in her heart completely relaxed. She buried her face in his chest, a hint of arrogant amusement in her voice. “Miss this chance, and there won’t be another. You’ll be waiting a long time for your next reward p>
Nicholas gently stroked her soft hair, smiling. “Serena, I can wait p>
The exhaustion finally caught up with her. Between the alcohol and the sudden drop in tension, she fell into a deep sleep, lulled by his strong, steady heartbeat.
He looked down at her peaceful face and her even breathing. He kissed the top of her head. “Sleep p>
The next morning.
Bright sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the bedroom.
Serena frowned, slowly opening her eyes, feeling a lazy lethargy spread through her limbs. She shifted, wanting to rub her temples, but realized she didn’t have the typical hangover headache.
However, as soon as she moved… she felt as though she was trapped against something. Her face had brushed against a expanse of warm skin.
She blinked.
The sight before her was incredibly striking.
Nicholas was lying next to her. His shirt was a mess, all the buttons undone, hanging completely open. His lean torso and sculpted muscles looked flawless.
The most glaring detail, however, was the very obvious bite mark on his collarbone. Not to mention a few other suggestive red marks on his chest creating an intensely intimate picture as they rose and fell with his breathing.
He looked exactly like a tragically ravished innocent man who had been ruthlessly toyed with.
Serena: p>
She had been drunk, sure. But she remembered clearly that she hadn’t actually done anything last night. How did she wake up looking like she had completely devastated him?
She snapped wide awake.
At that moment, Nicholas lazily opened his eyes. They were heavy with sleep, and
his morning voice was husky and thick. “Good morning, Serena p>
He propped himself up slowly. As he moved, the open shirt clung to his waistline, emphasizing the sharp V-line of his muscles.
Serena couldn’t help but swallow hard.
“Ah Nicholas looked down at his exposed chest, as if just realizing his shirt was completely unbuttoned. He blinked, his expression innocent and tinged with grievance. “Serena, you were so tough when you were drunk last night. You took total advantage of me. You tossed and turned me so much I didn’t sleep a wink p>
He lifted a long finger and slowly traced the bite mark on his
collarbone, then the scratches on his abs. His expression grew even more pitifu stone thoroughly wounded.
“Serena, tried to resist, but you
were just too strong… I couldn’t fight
you off p>
Serena: p>
Her mouth twitched. “Do you even believe what you’re saying? I was drunk, not suffering from amnesia p>
At most, she had touched him a bit, bit him once, and scratched him. Then she fell asleep. How had she tormented him all night?