face with a touch like an electric current that sent shivers throughout her body, evoking sensati

nic, "What are you do

d longing atmosphere. Without warning, his lips touched Hazel's, delivering a kiss as warm as a hot spring, drowning them in a sea of passion. Their tongues united, dancing

impudent moan es

sed her neck, moving down to her shoulder, and then to her chest. Each touch was like

touched delicately. Her body responded instinctively, arching her back and clutc

in her ear, his voice low and seductive, li

her body craved the opposite. "I need to go," she said desperate

again. Their lips moved more deeply, like a dance full of passion and longing. Each

warming the cold night. Hazel felt a profound sensation, like a r

took seemed to merge, creating a harmony that only the two of them could feel. Hazel felt

" he asked, his voice filled with

d, her voice filled with disbelief and a hint of fear. She had never imagi

n Hazel's ears. "Yes, here. No one will know,"

a desire she had never experienced before. On the other hand, she knew

her voice trembling, tears beginning to flow down her chee

her ear, his voice low and seductive, like a spell

Sir...

ssion. "Don't you want to experience this?" he asked, his voice tempt

assionate, as if to assert his dominance. His hot breath scorched

eally want t

, "N-no... please

o read her heart. He saw doubt and fear in

o rise from his lap. "Very well," he whispered, hi

h relief and guilt at the same time. She wanted to thank the man

on and regret. She realized she had made a mist

er reverie. A servant said, "Sir, Miss, sorry to disturb... Lady

ed, "Y-yes... please wrap it up

re releasing her, gazing at her with intense focus. "I will w

and, his eyes squinting as he smiled faint

he waiting servant approached her anxiously. "Miss, are

ecalled the recent events. "I'm fine," she said, trying to reassure the

Miss," he said, helping Hazel into the

is captivating gaze, his soft black hair, and his embrace that provided a sense of security. Hazel's c

concern. He glanced back and noticed Hazel's flushed

to calm herself. "No, I'm just tire

out of the car and escorted her to her room. Hazel fel

," the servant said politely. "

er," she said, handing over the box of cake she had

box with care. "Certainly, Mi

still haunted her thoughts, reminding her of the intimate moment that almost occurred at the bakery. Every time sh

cautious. This harsh and trap-filled social world required greater strength and resilience. In the silenc

austion to overtake her. That night, she fell asleep with

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