My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1393

My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball Chapter 1393–Byron woke up before Rosalie did the following day.

Rosalie was still sleeping soundly since she was drunk and had a tiring night.

She lay in Byron’s arms, breathing calmly.

Byron looked in his embrace and saw Rosalie’s beautiful eyelashes fluttering. She was breathing softly. It made her look adorable.

Further down, there were traces of their passionate entanglement.

Almost as soon as he saw those traces, the memories of the night before rushed into his mind.

Byron’s breathing grew heavier, and he squeezed the woman in his arms and kissed her face, from her forehead to the corner of her eye and down to her…

Rosalie felt the itch on her face and struggled to wake up in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Byron’s enlarged, handsome face. His warm breath was huffing on her.

The man’s hand around her waist was warm. 1

Startled, Rosalie realized the situation she was in. She pushed the man before her in shock and darted up with the quilt around her.

The pain in her back made Rosalie’s face pale, and she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from yelping.

‘You…”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “What’s going on? How did this happen to us?”

Byron was caught off guard by her push, and his eyebrows knitted together. “Don’t you remember anything?”

Rosalie panicked. She looked at Byron bewilderedly when she heard Byron’s question. “What do you mean?”

Though she did not want to face it, the pain in her waist and the marks all over her body proved everything.

What they did last night was real…

Byron had warned her, but she kept clinging to him.

Imagining what happened, Rosalie’s face flushed red, and she looked away guiltily.

However, Byron should not have taken advantage of her.

Even so, she could not understand why she would do that.

Seeing the blush on her face, Byron continued, “I thought you’d react like this when you woke up, so I kept trying to stop you, but you wouldn’t listen.”

Rosalie wanted to argue, but seeing the red marks on Byron’s chest reminded her how passionate she was last night.

Startled, Rosalie’s face blushed more. She grabbed the quilt in despair. She really wished she could bury herself now.

What the hell happened to her last night? How could it be…

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