"Yes, Mr. Hoffman."

Yasmin understood and went to change the bed sheets.

There were maids in the villa, but Ryan only trusted Yasmin to be near such a private and personal space as his bedroom and to set it up.

The heavy and luxurious velvet curtains were still drawn, and the dimly lit space was filled with the lingering scent of passion and entanglement after sex.

Yasmin glanced at the messy bed, her expression joyful.

It looked like the couple had a steamy night the night before.

Once Ryan left, she would have to massage Carrie's slim waist, which had endured quite the storm.

Yasmin swiftly replaced the sheets and duvet cover, then picked up the clothes Ryan threw all over the floor and put them into the laundry basket.

Since Ryan expressed his intentions to marry Carrie to his family and officially asked for her hand from the Salvador family, Yasmin had not seen a single condom.

much Ryan hoped Carrie would be pregnant with his

it may not be long before Ryan fulfills his

out of the room joyfully when Ryan's low voice sounded, "Yasmin, accompany Carrie at home to rest for the next few days. Don't go

a dilemma when the bathroom door suddenly swung

to go to class! I don't want to stay home. I want to

Yasmin

and still radiating heat from the bath. She wore nothing but a towel on her delicate body, running out with

removing his freshly changed suit to wrap it

of thousands,

thin and delicate frame seemed more fragile under

if you caught a

on tiptoes, feet almost leaving the ground. "Have you forgotten what you promised me? You have to be good every day." Yasmin watched them, and while she was concerned about Carrie, she

was

events to expand the Hoffman family's connections and travel

the carefree, rich boy

one or two nights in a week where they could

a bowstring stretched to its limit. It would either break next or

let me go to class?" Carrie stared straight into him, her eyes

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