<b>Chapter </b><b>211 </b>
Danielle replied<b>, </b><b>[</b><b>Anything </b>works.]
<b>Ross </b><b>got </b><b>out </b><b>of </b><b>bed</b><b>, </b><b>quickly </b>changed <b>into </b>fresh clothes, and promptly headed <b>out</b>.
<b>Downstairs</b>, Ross ran into Janice<b>, </b>who was getting up to use the bathroom.
<b>“</b><b>Ross</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>Janice </b>asked, “where are you off to thiste?<b>” </b>
Ross replied, “I’m bringing Danielle some oatmeal.”
<b>Janice </b>thought to herself, ‘My grandson’s really on the balll‘
Hearing this, Janice said warmly, “Go ahead then. Danielle works so hard as a doctor–be sure to bring her plenty of good food.”
<b>“</b>Mm–hmm<b>.</b><b>” </b>
As time passed, <b>a </b>drifting cloud veiled the bright moonlight<b>, </b>plunging the entire <b>city </b>into darkness. It fell silent<b>, </b>as if deep in slumber.
In Riverswood Vi, Joshua’s eyes were profound, veiled with deep emotions. His gaze at Shermaine burned like wildfire, scorching her body and soul.
Never before had he yearned so desperately to possess someone.
Their fingers intertwined tightly.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Shermaine’s eyes–those crystal–clear eyes now glistening with moisture, making her look utterly endearing.
Shermaine’s cheeks flushed with allure, her breathing in soft gasps. Beads of sweat trickled down her swan–like neck, and her glistening toes curled slightly as sensations washed over her.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost all sense of night and day<b>, </b>until finally the bedsidemp softly lit up.
Shermaine pushed aside the light covers and rose from the bed, her legs wobbling slightly as she took two steps.
He offered, “I’ll carry you.”
Shermaine said impatiently, “Hurry up already!”
“Alright,” Joshua murmured, his eyes brimming with adoration.
Immediately, the bathroom door mmed shut behind her.
Joshua waited outside the door, his gaze brimming with tenderness.
‘My Sheary is just the cutest,‘ he thought.
When Shermaine emerged again, the bed was neatly made and spotless. The lingering traces of their passion had gradually faded. Joshua had lit some sandalwood incense, filling the room with its subtle, pleasant fragrance.
In the darkness, a piano melody began to y.
It was a wildly exuberant and free piece, perfectly mirroring Joshua’s mood–the blissful contentment that followed deep satisfaction.
Luckily, Riverswood Vi was a detached house with no neighbors nearby, so they didn’t have <b>to </b>worry about disturbing anyone.
Shermaine nestled back into bed, curling up under the covers with <b>a </bzy yawn.
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<b>Chapter </b><b>211 </b>
<b>The </b><b>piano </b><b>melody </b>suddenly <b>stopped</b>.
<b>Joshua </b>asked <b>softly</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>Sheary<b>, </b><b>getting </b><b>sleepy</b><b>?</b>”
“<b>Mm</b><b>–</b><b>hmm</b>, <b>she </b>murmured<b>, </b>her voicezy and a little breathy, still carrying a hint of allure. <b>“</b><b>Keep </b><b>ying</b><b>.. </b>y that song from before
“Of course<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>Joshua </b>replied <b>softly</b>.
Joshua had named that musical piece “Sheary.”
<b>“</b><b>When </b><b>clouds </b><b>sink </b>into mist<b>, </b>when withered leaves dissolve into autumn’s palette, when stars drown themselves in the Milky Way<b>, </b><b>and </b><b>dreams </b>slip <b>into </b><b>the </b>night–that is when I fall, endlessly, into you. Every heartbeat whispers your name<b>; </b>every dawn to dusk henceforth is yours<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Joshua whispered softly, <b>“</b>Good night, Sheary.”
<b>As </b><b>the </b>final notes faded, Shermaine had already sunk into a deep slumber.
Joshua gently slipped back into bed and carefully gathered Shermaine into his arms. He nuzzled against her neck, still able to detect his lingering scent <b>and </b><b>the </b>marks <b>he’d </b>left on her skin.
The next day, Shermaine didn’t wake until ten–it had been ages since she’d slept <b>in </b>sote<b>, </b>clear proof of how muchst night had worn her out.
She was starving.
<b>She </b>sat up in bed, feeling a faint difort. She’d been finest night, but now her legs ached and felt even weaker than before.
The next moment, she was enveloped in Joshua’s warm embrace. “Want some water?” he murmured tenderly.
Shermaine nodded. She felt parched, her throat slightly scratchy.
She sipped the warm water, finishing the whole ss in one go. Only then did her throat finally start to feel better.
Joshua slipped his hand under the covers.
Shermaine feigned indifference and said, “What are you up to?”
Joshua murmured, “Let me rub them for you.”
“No need,” she insisted stubbornly. Her back was perfectly fine.
She had always been radiant–ethereally pure yet bewitching–but after that night, her allure only deepened. Now, every nce from her eyes shimmered with an intoxicating, irresistible charm.
With a sleepy drawl, she murmured, “Carry me to the bathroom so I can wash up.”
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