He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 297

With that, Yvonne turned and headed back into the villa to prepare a late-night snack.

Winnie kept her head down, staring at the tips of her shoes as her expression twisted into a vicious scowl.

Ottilie, that shameless bitch.

She stole Nyssa's man and pushed her into the pond.

And now, she had cost Winnie her job.

Her life was already ruined anyway; she would drag Ottilie down with her.

When Ottilie returned to the master suite, she went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

She was covered in lather and rinsing off when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Unable to open her eyes, but guessing it was Yorath, she asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Yorath began stripping off his clothes.

Within seconds, he stepped into the glass enclosure, completely naked.

Just as Ottilie rinsed the last of the soap from her hair, a hard, warm chest pressed against her back, wrapping her in a firm embrace.

Yorath's arms were powerful, the muscles flexing tightly as he held her. The sheer physical presence of him was overwhelming.

In the past, Ottilie couldn't handle this kind of intimacy at all.

Even now, her body instinctively stiffened, goosebumps erupting across her skin.

"Yorath, I'm too tired today."

"I don't need you to do the work."

He lowered his head, biting her earlobe, then trailing down to her neck...

The artificial scent of the body wash was masking her natural fragrance.

He hated it.

This beautiful body of hers—too many people had seen it today.

And she had actually dared to use herself as leverage to threaten him.

Heath Schmidt was still alive!

The fury boiling inside Yorath was threatening to consume him entirely.

His movements were aggressive and demanding.

By the time it was over, Ottilie had to be carried out of the bathroom.

She lay limply on the bed, utterly drained.

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