My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 322

Candice nestled in his embrace, subconsciously clutching the lapel of his chest.

Her already cracked lips moved lightly, intending to speak, but what escaped her mouth was a soft and gentle moan.

Holding the woman in his arms, Alex felt her abnormal body temperature almost instantly, causing his pupils to constrict.

Seeing this, Sawyer, who was following behind, quickly apologized in a low voice to the two partners who had come along and then led them to the pre-booked private room.

As Candice was brought into the upstairs room, her face was no longer a normal red, and her exposed skin temperature was unbelievably high.

Being carried upstairs by Alex, the man's clean cedar scent seemed to soothe the heat within her.

She buried her head in his chest, almost greedily breathing in his scent.

Until she was thrown onto the bed, she still seemed a bit unresponsive, reaching out to grab Alex's hand.

At this moment, she just wanted to be close to him, to breathe in his scent.

Candice had messed up Alex's clothes a bit by rubbing against him. Following the finger he caught hold of, his gaze slowly fell on Candice's clearly dazed and disordered eyes.

Her eyes were already beautiful, but now, due to the effects of the drug, a charming redness appeared at the corners, and her usually clear pupils were misted with moisture.

She was half-kneeling on the bed, pulling Alex's fingers, seemingly uncomfortable due to her dry and cracked lips. She extended her tongue, quickly licking her lips.

Her thoughts were not quite clear at the moment. She only knew that Alex's scent made her comfortable.

Her hot palms, wrapping around his slender fingers, pulled him weakly toward her.

After a while without any movement, she lightly furrowed her brows, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

Candice's hoarse voice sounded somewhat unrecognizable. "Come closer," she whispered.

On Alex's expressionless face, his eyebrows moved slightly after a brief pause. He complied with Candice's wish and returned to her side.

Almost instantly, she got up and threw herself onto him, tightly hugging his waist, resting her forehead against his chest, intoxicated by the scent of his body.

However, in just a moment, another layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She seemed very hot.

Candice hesitated for a moment, then released her hold on Alex's hand, choosing to remove her own jacket.

Feeling that it wasn't enough after taking it off, she began to unbutton her shirt.

However, just as she undid the top two buttons, her wrist was grabbed.

Alex's eyes were slightly darkened with an indiscernible gleam in his eyes. His throat tightened as he held Candice's wrist, almost as if her body temperature had infected his hand as well.

It was scorching.

When the woman's soft body pressed up against him, Alex swallowed hard.

He pressed the woman who kept sticking to him closer, his eyes dark and deep, and his voice low and hoarse, "Take a good look at who I am."

Candice was momentarily stunned.

Then, she reached out, hooked his neck, and once again brought her body close to him. She lightly bit his earlobe and exhaled gently, "I know."

In the middle of the night, a heavy rainstorm washed the streets of Dorrington clean.

As autumn officially arrived, the morning temperatures dropped quite a bit.

Candice's body felt as if it had been run over by a car, and every part of her ached.

She wrinkled her brow slightly as she smelled the sticky odor in the air.

She was not a naive little girl who had never experienced anything, and she didn't make a big deal out of what happened last night.