Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy novel Chapter 257

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 257

Meanwhile, he gently massaged her chest and slipped another hand of his into her shirt.

His breathing became deeper and louder as soon as his fingers felt her soft skin burning underneath his fingertips.

Just then, the door suddenly flew open.

“Mr. Lowen…” Liam called out after entering the office.

Upon seeing the scene before him, he froze on the spot for a moment, and almost immediately, he took a few steps back and slammed the door shut.

Gwendolyn regained her senses after hearing Liam calling out to Patrick. She moved her arms, which were around his neck, and pushed him.

“Pat-”

Having managed to push him away from her a little, she tried to call out to him, but he forcefully pressed his lips against hers again before she could do so.

At that moment, Gwendolyn felt that she would die from suffocation. He kept teasing her with his hand, making her feel more and more uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, she could feel that she was getting wetter.

“Argh!”

Ashamed and panicking, she mustered all of her strength to push him away.

“Mr. Lowen, please calm down!”

After pushing him away, she felt a chilly breeze on her breasts. Gwendolyn quickly looked down and screamed at the top of her lungs out of surprise.

Then, she quickly turned around to fix her clothing. When did this happen? The buttons on my shirt were unbuttoned, and my bra wasn’t in its place! Does this mean my breasts were exposed to him completely the entire time?

At that point, Gwendolyn was ashamed of what had happened.

Patrick touched his lips and noticed she had bitten him to the point of wounding him. There was a small amount of blood on his fingertip too.

He narrowed his eyes as he couldn’t forget her seductive look from just now.

Anyhow, he felt that he didn’t lose out on anything as the sensation he felt on his fingertips when touching her lingered on his hands.

After fixing her clothes, Gwendolyn turned around to face him. Her lips were swelling, and her cheeks were as red as tomatoes.

She glimpsed at the roses in the trash can and decided she wasn’t daring enough to pick them up again.

If I pick the roses up again, this jerk might bully me in ways I can’t imagine.

Her face was still red when she returned to her desk. She then covered her face with her hands.

The happenings between her and Patrick kept replaying in her head, and she could feel that her underwear was soaking wet.