“Yeah. His flight’s tonight.” Natalie put her phone down. “I’m kind of thirsty.”
With a chuckle, Shane reached for the bedside and took the glass of warm water he had prepared long ago. “Here you go. I poured you a glass while you were on the phone.”
Even though he left early every morning, the man was well aware of Natalie’s habit of drinking a glass of warm water the first thing after waking up.
He would usually place the glass by her bedside before leaving, but if he were in a rush, he would then ask Mrs. Wilson to serve it when the woman went downstairs.
For the past three months, Shane had also instructed the overseas villa’s housekeeper to do the same.
“Thanks, Darling.” Natalie beamed as she saw the glass of water Shane had brought over.
The man caressed her hair. “Drink up.”
“Okay.” With a nod, Natalie placed the glass over her lips and tilted it.
It took her just a few gulps to finish the water.
Shane’s gaze darkened as he eyed the woman’s moist lips. Then, he grabbed the back of her head and gave her a kiss.
Natalie froze in shock before pushing him away. “What’s with you? I haven’t even brushed my teeth!”
“Doesn’t matter,” replied Shane as he lowered his head once more.
Natalie shoved him again. “Aren’t you afraid of my morning breath?”
“I don’t mind it.” Shane’s lips curled into a smirk.
Natalie didn’t know how to react for a moment. “Well, since you don’t mind, why should I?”
Right after saying that, she pulled onto his necktie, dragged him toward her, and kissed him.
Shane froze briefly. Never had he expected the woman to take charge like this. On top of that, she was being so… feral.
But still, he liked it.
Thus, the man placed his hand on the back of her head again, regaining control over her. He then pinned her down on the bed as they locked lips passionately.
After some time, a knock sounded at the door, interrupting the two.
Natalie pushed Shane away and adjusted her nightgown bashfully.
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