His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 185

Just as Annika was about to suffocate, the pressure on her neck released. Fresh oxygen flooded her lungs, and she gasped for air, nearly choking. Yves stepped back, looking down at her with an ambiguous, mocking smile.

He held out his hand, and one of his men immediately brought him a glass of water. Before she could react, Annika felt a cold splash on her chest. Yves had thrown the entire glass of water on her.

Annika was seething. She wanted to kill the bastard. *Slap! Slap!* She struck Yves twice across the face.

Yves slowly turned his head back, his eyes now dark and predatory, like an eagle whose prey had just fought back.

Annika saw raw, primitive desire in his terrifying gaze. She turned to run, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling so hard she felt her scalp would tear. Forced to bend over in pain, she felt Yves press against her intimately. He caressed her chest, and feeling her body's strange reaction, his voice grew excited and high-pitched. "I knew you'd miss me."

He lowered his head to kiss her, but Annika frantically turned her face away. His lips brushed her cheek, but even that didn't dampen his spirits.

The strange heat spreading through her body made her realize the water he'd thrown on her was no ordinary water. She dodged his kisses, panting as she roared, "Yves, you're despicable!"

Yves laughed. He traced a finger over her lips, but she nearly bit it off. He snatched his hand back just in time.

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