With a smirk, Raphael’s hand slid beneath Elissa’s clothing, a move he considered entirely normal for two people in a relationship.

Yet, Elissa hesitated, her reluctance palpable.

Apart from her pregnancy, she despised the relationship between Raphael and Sandra.

The mere thought of their rapport made her stomach churn with sickness.

But when Raphael persisted, she found it hard to resist.

Fear gripped her, worrying that any protest might endanger her unborn child.

Eventually, they found themselves entangled by the French window, succumbing to desire.

Raphael, mindful of Elissa’s condition, cautiously avoided putting pressure on her belly.

Instead, he sat her on his lap and held her close, finding a comfortable position for them.

they intertwined, beads of

sunk her teeth into Raphael’s shoulder with a ferocity fueled by pure

“I hate you, Raphael…”

his name into her mind with the same ferocity

extreme demand to fuel Raphael’s hatred towards her, as she no

involvement with another woman had left her feeling repulsed, causing her to no longer

held Elissa close as they tried to catch

pause, the maid summoned her courage and

shall we serve

breath, Raphael responded in a low voice, “We will

of footsteps faded

had

looked at the

contentment washed over him, evident in the gentle tone of

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