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    Memories of seeing Jeffry with Evelyn at a bar flickered in her mind. She had been curious about their encounter but hadn’t had the chance to ask—until now. With Jeffry finally back home, she seized the opportunity. “Jeffry, what was your meeting with Evelyn about at the bar that evening?” she asked tentatively.


    Jeffry hesitated, his face unreadable for a moment before answering with measured calm, “We were merely discussing some business matters.”


    Elena nodded and let the matter drop. She trusted Jeffry implicitly, confident he wouldn’t deceive her.


    Jeffry looked at her with a hint of concern. “It’s gettingte. You might want to head to bed early.”


    “Are you not staying over tonight, Jeffry?” Elena asked, ncing at the clock. It was already ten at night.


    Jeffry rose from his seat and grabbed his suit jacket. “No, I have to leave.” Near midnight, Jeffry made his way back to his apartment.


    The ce was enveloped in darkness and silence.


    Choosing not to turn on the lights, he let the moonlight filter through the curtains, bathing the room in its silvery glow.


    He paused at the bedroom door, spotting Lydia fast asleep, curled up against the wall like a child seekingfort. Her posture was one of vulnerability.


    Silently, Jeffry approached, gently turned her over, and drew her into his arms. Lydia’s eyes fluttered open, her brow furrowing in slight annoyance.


    From his pocket, Jeffry produced a gift—a sapphire bracelet—and sped it around her wrist.


    Lydia stared at it in awe, a sweet warmth blossoming in her chest. She tilted her head up and nted a soft kiss on Jeffry’s lips.


    Lydia’s kiss was brief, but Jeffry’s hold kept her from pulling away. His warm breath mingled with the scent of his cologne, enveloping herpletely.


    Jeffry’s kiss deepened with growing intensity.


    He gently parted her lips, their tongues meeting in a passionate, intertwined dance. His hand slid beneath her clothes to caress her smooth bare back.


    With his other hand, Jeffry traced the outline of her body skillfully.


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    As he reached more intimate ces, Lydia let out an involuntary whisper of pleasure.


    She tried to push his hand away, but Jeffry quickly caught it, pinning it above her head against the headboard.


    Relentlessly, his lips imed hers, leaving her breathless. His fingers moved with careful exploration, lingering on her most sensitive spots.


    A flush spread across Lydia’s cheeks as a moan escaped her lips.


    The sound ignited Jeffry’s desire, evident in the intensity of his gaze. He gently pushed aside the thin fabric, his fingers exploring the warm, slick heat beneath his touch. Desire burned brightly in his eyes.


    Finally, Jeffry eased his hold, giving Lydia a moment to catch her breath. She gasped, her body glowing with warmth, tears shimmering in her eyes.


    Though visibly aroused, Jeffry restrained himself from pursuing his usual desires.


    Instead, he surprised Lydia with an unexpected gesture.


    As he slipped under the covers, the warmth of his breath brushed gently against her most intimate areas.


    Lydia’s eyes shot open in shock, and she sat up quickly. “No—” Her words were cut off as she copsed back onto the bed.


    Ovee by intense sensations, Lydia let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.


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