The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2083

Declan took out his military uniform from his suitcase and hung it on the wall above his bedpost, then used a velvet cloth to polish his badges and rank insignia meticulously.

He made time to attend the Hoffmans' wedding and had to return immediately to be on standby after that, so he brought his military uniform with him. It was his pride.

Despite busying around, he could not sleep. Declan lay on the bed, tossing and turning around for a long time before finally feeling a little sleepy.

In a daze, he felt his body getting warm. A sweet, fragrant breeze gently brushed across his face...

He suddenly woke up, his eyes wide.

In the dim lights, Annabeth's fair and soft body was only clad in a nightgown as thin as paper. She straddled him, and the view in front of her chest was exposed when she leaned forward, revealing a tempting and mouth-watering sight.

"Declan, hug me... I miss you."

The girl's spirited, watery eyes were staring at him dreamily, full of deep and entwined longing.

surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and his

as red as blood, which trailed down to his neck and the

upright gentleman, but still a

happen

the military uniform hanging at the side to drape it over Annabeth's

neatly pressed uniform became wrinkled amidst the girl's

always personally ironing and taking care of it, and

moment, he did not feel distressed about it when it came to the

you, but you still won't act... Do you not like me, or do you have problems in that

messing around!" Declan held

if you have a problem down

a stubborn person who refused to give up. She tried hard to break free from his grasp, angry and arrogant. "In ancient times, the princesses would have

Highness, stop

indifference in his eyes