The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 28

Julian couldn't convince himself to go to the Vance Estate to pick her up, nor could he forgive Elara for what she had done. Frustrated, he drove aimlessly around the streets.

Eventually, he found himself pulling up to The Grandview Residences near the TV station.

The moment Vanessa Quinn heard the door unlock, she turned and threw herself into his arms.

She gave him a coy, deep kiss, cupping his face. "Why haven't you come to see me lately?"

Julian's recent absence had made Vanessa panic, prompting her to send more photos to his wife in an attempt to agitate their already tense relationship.

"Busy," the man replied casually.

Seeing that he was in a foul mood, Vanessa immediately sucked on his Adam's apple.

The man sounded annoyed. "Don't leave a mark."

Vanessa froze for a second. Were he and the eldest Vance daughter making up?

After such a blatant showdown, that pampered heiress could still swallow her pride?

Not daring to overthink it, Vanessa trailed her kisses downward, undid his belt, and dropped to her knees on the floor...

He stood, and she knelt.

He looked down at her, his face devoid of expression, his eyes entirely devoid of lust.

She felt a spike of panic. She was most afraid of him when he was clear-headed.

That overly rational side of him was eternally unapproachable, keeping everyone thousands of miles away.

She unbuckled his belt. He hadn't washed up yet, but she didn't dare hesitate for a second and immediately began to pleasure him.

He scrutinized her. It took a long while before a trace of pleasure and relief finally appeared on his face.

Seeing his brow slowly relax, she felt a surge of smugness—proud that no one could escape her skills.

Even though he was a highly disciplined heir, an arrogant corporate successor, and a "good man" famously devoted to his wife, hadn't she still claimed him?

So, all men were exactly the same.

They wanted their wives to be dignified and aristocratic, yet craved the unrestrained thrill of a mistress.

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He didn't take off his pants. He didn't even enter the bedroom.

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