The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Harper inexplicably felt at ease, as if she could feel the man holding her would not harm her. She released his hand and hooked her arms around his neck, obediently snuggling into his embrace.

Preston was tall while Harper was petite, like a doll hanging from him. He carefully held the doll and walked into the elevator, heading to the underground parking lot. He placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

As he drove, he occasionally glanced at her. Seeing her messy hair covering her face while she slept soundly, he couldn’t help but curl his lips. When a faint smile appeared on his face, he reached out his fingers and brushed Harper’s hair away, gently touching her face…

It was just a light touch, but Harper grabbed his hand as if she had caught a pillow at home, tightly holding it in her embrace. When Preston’s fingers accidentally touched Harper’s soft and perky chest, he instinctively retracted his hand. Ah, his heart, which was calm as still water, was now…

He looked at the traffic light, then at Harper. It might be better to wake her up and have her grab his hair…

Enduring his itching heart, Preston drove with one hand and arrived at Harper’s house. He wanted to take his hand back from the woman who was sleeping in a daze, but she wouldn’t let go.

helpless, he unfastened her seatbelt, leaned over, and whispered, “Harper, if you don’t let go, be

naughty inside

seemed to have some effect as Harper’s grip loosened a bit. Preston

walked around the front, opened the passenger door, and bent down to lift Harper up. He carried her into the villa and happened to be

Preston had always been the one to take Harper home. Every time he dropped her off,

intending

bath, I’ll carry her

quite drunk. Preston probably said that because he was

where Harper’s bedroom and bathroom were. Without Mandy’s reminder, he