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Perhaps what he said at the engagement party had made her see things clearly; she was now willingly putting herself in that humiliating position.
Wesley stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly
She was always thinking of Noah, and besides, the child even looked a bit like her.
He couldn’t let go of that matter.
Prisci really had nothing more to say. The paternity test was right there, and if he insisted it was fake, what was the point of saying anything else?
She picked up her book again. “If you don’t want to, then forget it.”
Prisci thought for a moment, then closed her book and gently ced it on the nightstand.
She leaned over, her soft body pressing against Wesley’s back, her breath falling on the side of his neck, carrying her unique gentle fragrance.
She was clumsy and inexperienced.
Yet she could so easily arouse a man’s desire.
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Arge hand hooked around her waist, pulling her into his arms, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
Prisci couldn’t move.
When it came to matters of love, she never had the initiative, let alone seducing a man.
Even with a purpose in mind, she was still filled with shame, her ears flushing red.
She didn’t know what to do next.
She could only follow her feelings, pressing her hands against his chest, lifting herself up to kiss his thin lips.
Wesley felt a surge of anger in his chest. He didn’t want to ept her kiss and tilted his head back slightly.
That proactive kissnded on his Adam’s apple instead.
Wesley’s already dark eyes grew even deeper. He gripped her waist, flipped her over, and pressed her hard against the bed.
“Prisci.”
He was very angry.
He knew full well that all her actions had a purpose.
He should have pushed her away ruthlessly.
But his body was honest, his veins pulsing with desire.
Shouting to possess her.
Prisci hooked her arms around his neck, a third seductive,
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“What? You don’t like it? Or do you prefer someone like Ms. Johnson?”
“Well, Ms. Johnson has a good family background and looks, she really is the most suitable Mrs. Carlton. If you like, I can practice too.”
In the end, she couldn’t hold back the resentment in her heart.
Wesley looked at her deeply, his eyes dark as ink, a coldness surging within.
“As long as you know. So what you should do now is please me.” He let out a malicious, lowugh.
When it came to sarcasm, Prisci was no match for him.
He had turned the tables and taken control.
There was no emotion in Prisci’s eyes as she lifted her head again to kiss his lips.
The sensation was cool and soft.
She had no real skill; aside from kissing, she didn’t know what
else to do.
But it was still enough to be alluring.
Wesley’s eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on the back of his hand as he pulled her tightly into his arms.
Not a word was spoken the whole night.
Only the desperate entanglement under the storm.
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Afterwards, Wesley took a shower, got dressed, and left without looking at her once.
It was the first time he left immediately after, without a trace
of tenderness.
Not until the door closed.
Prisci dragged her exhausted body to the bathroom, slowly washing herself clean inch by inch. Halfway through, she braced herself against the wall and slowly squatted down, hugging herself with both arms.
Her fair skin was covered in bruises, which became even more visible under the warm water.
Until her body felt cold.
She grabbed a towel to wipe off the water, wrapped herself in a robe, and went out.
The bedroom was aplete mess.
She looked at it, her eyelids heavy, eyes misting with tears.
She really didn’t have the strength to clean up, so she simply pulled a nket over herself and made do with a night on the sofa.
She slept fitfully for two hours, then woke up for a while.
Fell asleep again, then woke up again.
It was like being stuck in a loop.
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At six o’clock, she got up from the sofa, her whole body aching.
She changed clothes and went downstairs,
She happened to see Wesley having breakfast,
Not far away, there was a suitcase by the front door.
Was he going on a business trip?
Prisci looked away and sat down across from Wesley.
The servant brought breakfast.
She ate in small bites.
After she finished, the servant brought her a medicinal soup.
Three times a day, never missing a meal.
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