John carried her into their hotel room.
Nina was expecting to be hurled onto the bed, but much to her surprise, she was placed gently on the counter.
The icy chill of the marble table quickly shot through her thin dress and into her skin.
With Nina sitting there, their eyes were level.
"Give me your phone." He reached out his hand and even though she was confused, she still obediently handed the phone over.
He turned it off and then proceeded to do the same with his own.
Nina understood, lowered her eyes and smirked.
John stood in front of her, with his forehead against hers. They felt each other's hot breath against their skin.
"No one will disturb us this time." His low and hoarse voice seemed to be murmuring to himself, but it instantly flowed into her ears, and reached the bottom of her heart like a current.
Holding her face, he gently touched her nose and rubbed her cheek with his thumb before kissing her.
She didn't close her eyes, but instead fluttered her eyelashes and raised her brows mischievously.
She slowly pulled away, deliberately trying to stop him from kissing. He guessed that his little girl was trying to tease him so he obediently leaned in further.
Nina raised her head and arched her neck beautifully. John couldn't resist the temptation and started kissing her neck.
After a while, she whispered in his ear proudly, "I know what you meant last time when wanted me to bite you, but I'm not going to."
After a short pause, he smiled and said, "No, but I'll do it."
"What?" She was a little confused.
"Honey, I'll teach you later."
They made sex the whole night.
The next day, Nina was a mess. Her voice was hoarse and she was exhausted.
Luckily, the hotel's insulation was great, so Vicente heard nothing that night. She went to Nina's room. When she saw how exhausted Nina was, she felt sorry for her.
"Why wasn't he tender with his woman?" Vicente gave Nina a glass of warm water and asked her to drink it.
Lying in the bed, Nina covered her whole body with the white quilt, only revealing her fluffy head and her still flushed red face.
After drinking the warm water, her voice seemed to get slightly better. "Where is he?"
"He put his pants on and left," Vicente announced casually.
Nina opened her eyes and looked at her. Her eyelids were too heavy though and she instantly started dozing off again.
If it wasn't for Vicente, her throat probably wouldn't have recovered so quickly.
"He knew he was guilty so he went to buy you some medicine." Even though Vicente didn't want to, she told the truth. After a while, she sighed, "It's really unfair that he looks better than yesterday."
Nina smiled, "He hadn't had sex with me for more than a year."
"You are still defending him. Are you some sort of masochist?" Vicente asked in disappointment.
The past between her and John displayed in front of Nina's eyes.
Two days ago, Leon told her about John's fear of water. Yet John planned the car accident, falling into the water on the day he was getting married to Vivian. He almost couldn't make it.
Nina finally realized that it was all Vivian's scheme.
She had wronged John.
And yet John had done so much for her.
Nina couldn't help but feel bad for him.
"Vicente, I'm never the one that ends up being hurt. It's always him." Tears were welling up in Nina's eyes.
Vicente could tell that she felt sorry for John, and she inexplicably felt sad as well.
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