The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 328

He pressed her down, intertwining his fingers with hers and pinning her hands tightly on either side of the bed, looking down at her.

She lay on her back, bearing his intense gaze.

"Do you still dare to say you're leaving?" He asked.

She moved her lips, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's, "What are you going to use to keep me?"

His eyes darkened. He leaned down, and kisses as gentle as a drizzle fell softly on her neck, gradually moving lower.

She frantically tried to grab something, but could only tightly clutch the back of his shirt.

The shirt was crumpled beyond recognition by her small hands rubbing it back and forth.

He was aroused, and Lavinia felt it; it was quite frightening.

She pushed him gently and shook her head slightly.

He pulled back slightly, panting, his heavy breath brushing against the side of her neck.

Lavinia looked at him and said seriously: "I won't look back. I want to move forward with you."

He looked at her and kissed her again.

After a while, he gradually regained his composure.

"Were you intentionally trying to make me mad just now?"

Lavinia blinked and didn't say anything.

It was the first time he noticed her eyes were so round and bright. He leaned in gently and placed a kiss on her eyelid.

Lavinia said: "You kidnapped me just to talk about art history? Isn't that a bit too boring?"

He paused for a long time and slowly spoke: "It's my fault."

Lavinia felt a little wronged, "I know what you're thinking. You're worried about what others will say, right?"

"It doesn't matter what others say. I just don't want us to feel guilty." He also sat up and looked at her.

Lavinia looked straight at him, pronouncing each word clearly, "I have a clear conscience."

He reached out, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Then I have no reservations either."

She smiled and gave him a rewarding peck on the lips.

"Alright, get up. My back aches."

Charley rolled his eyes.

"A princess can be tough too." Jocelyn said calmly.

The two separately packed a few changes of clothes, packed up the rest of their luggage, left a note, and sneaked out.

The next day.

Garnett barely slept all night. After waking up, he walked to Lavinia's door and stood quietly for a while, hearing no movement.

Just as he was hesitating whether to knock or send her a text message, Jimmie walked over.

"Mr. Harper, there was an emergency at Saul's home last night. Lavinia rushed back with him. The other two also took the car down the mountain with them." Jimmie smiled brightly.

"Emergency? What happened?" Garnett asked.

"It should be something regarding Saul's father. They left in a hurry and didn't have time to explain in detail." Jimmie paused, "Breakfast is ready, would you like to head down and eat?"

Garnett felt like an abandoned child.

His parents told him they were going to buy him candy, told him to wait right there, but never returned.

His heart sank, like a warm photograph falling into the water, drifting, sinking little by little to the bottom.

And he stood on the shore, helplessly watching.