The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

After watching Koenigsek drive away, Harper returned to the master bedroom.

Inside, Preston stood by the floor–to–ceiling window like a male model, unmoving, staring at the car that had disappeared in the distance downstairs.

Harper couldn’t help but cough lightly when she saw him. “They’re gone. When are you leaving?”

Preston, who was smiling brightly like he had won a victory, quickly put away his smile and turned to look at Harper when he heard her voice.

Seeing her neatly dressed, he squinted slightly. “I don’t have any clothes to wear. How about you let me stay for another night?”

There was a hidden emotion in his eyes, somewhat obscure, but Harper understood clearly what he was suggesting.

She pretended not to notice and turned to open the closet in the master bedroom, taking out a set of men’s clothing and handing it to Preston.

When Preston saw that there were other men’s clothes in her room, his expression darkened, but he knew he didn’t have the right to question her at this moment, so he gritted his teeth and refused. “I’ll have my assistant send clothes over later.”

Implicitly, he meant that he wouldn’t wear other men’s clothes. After glancing at him, Harper shook out a shirt, turned the collar out, and held it up to Preston’s face.

When Preston’s eyes touched the brand, he felt a surge of joy and quickly reached out to take it. “Why are you still keeping my clothes?”

On the day when Harper returned everything to Preston, she didn’t know what happened, but she inexplicably left behind a set of clothes, probably as a memento. She didn’t expect it to come in handy now, but she wouldn’t admit to secretly keeping a man’s clothes.

pack it, so I

words were true or false. He

but Preston’s strength was too strong, and she couldn’t break free. She could only let him come

the clothes you can’t forget

and change your clothes and leave.

to leave, Preston grabbed Harper again and hugged

still

his cheek against

“One more time, okay?”

from the friction made Harper’s body stiff, and her ears gradually turned red. She raised her hand to push Preston’s head away, but he didn’t listen. He leaned in and captured her

madness of last night, Preston was obviously much gentler at this moment. However, just one kiss suffocated Harper and made her

fighting in her mind. She had been drunk last night, which made her do irrational things. Now that she was sober, she needed to push him away

before she could make a decision, Preston pushed her down onto the sofa. Outside the floor–to–ceiling window, the sunset faded

Preston away with some difficulty, panting for breath. She clenched her small fists and waved them in front

you mess around again, be careful

her fierce appearance, the smile in Preston’s

them onto the sofa, making her

still having me

Harper still had him in her heart, he couldn’t feel it. Now he felt it. Harper didn’t resist him after what she had been through, which meant that

the messy hair that covered Harper’s face. Then,