My Sweet Seduction novel Chapter 50

“LOOK, PETER IS inside, and I’m sure he’s waiting for me!”

I caught the storm in his gaze after hearing my protest. He tightened his grip on me, and for a split second, he took me inside his car. Lawrence quickly attached me to the seatbelt so I could do nothing but fold my seat and look straight at the road. He also quickly turns to get on and drive the vehicle away from the restaurant.

I was under his control. I could do nothing but join him. After all, I was also guilty of why I was stuck in this situation.

After a long dying moment, I felt slowing down. I finally realized where he had taken me.

“This bridge . . .” I simply whispered to him.

He parked his car on the side of the road. From here I can see the vast park where there are only a few people.

“What are we doing here?” I asked him while full of wonder.

Instead of answering, he turned off the engine of his car and got off. He quickly opened the door for me and gently held my hand. I wanted to put my hands back on it, but he held it tightly.

As we enter the park, the breeze is ruthless; the leaves fall to the ground. There sat the banks, and the tall trees, bermudagrass, and bushes grew around.

“Let’s have a picnic here,” he declared.

I stared at him, full of astonishment on the face. I did not utter a word. I felt something tickle my feet up to my stomach because of what I found out.

“Hmm, didn’t you find this romantic?”

He finally let go of me and quickly headed to the back of his car. When he returned, he was carrying a basket.

My lips parted slightly. I couldn’t believe he was serious with what he said.

He took a large blanket from the basket and gently laid it on the lawn. Then one by one, he put there the food he brought.

“What we have here is a bacon sandwich, a pizza, a fried chicken drumstick, and a bottle of champagne!”

I was amazed at how he organized those in a tupperware. Because I used to eat very little earlier, I immediately felt hungry.

From the container, he pulled out a plate, spoon, and fork. He acted agile and put food on the plate and handed it to me.

“T-thank you,” I said, heat spreading all over my face. I saw his lip rise slightly in response.

We ate quietly. He sat next to me as the moonlight poured on us. Honestly, this is my first time having a picnic under the moon. It’s pretty cool, and I found it completely romantic.

“How’s the food?” he suddenly asked, then poured a little wine into my glass.

“These are good,” I just whispered to him.

I noticed the time he stopped eating. His eyes quickly fell on my lips. I didn’t have enough time to get away from his long finger of the corder. Because he promptly pulled it closer to me.

I swallowed as he touched the side of my lip to wipe it gently. My heart seemed to want to come out because of the strange heat he brought to me.

“That was slightly messy,” he muttered.

I stoned with a dazzling, but a small smile played in his mouth after seeing my reaction.

I quickly stood up and left him almost to stop the laughter from me. My heart felt up, full of shame that I had walked away from him.