Chapter 485

Perhaps Erin was really drunk—or just trying to vent the grief from learning of her true roots—but she was not backing down at all.

James was panting as she clung on to him, but he was still rational, and thus hesitant to take things to the next level.

His eyes a little red, he growled, "Do you consent?"

He had already torn open her blouse.

Even so, Erin was still latched to him.

There was no telling if she heard him or if she was just sick from all the alcohol, but she pressed her face against his chest and moaned, "Uh-hmm..."

Her response was no different from throwing oil to fire.

Unable to stop himself, James pinned her beneath himself...

An hour later, James got dressed and strode outside—there was just ten minutes until his flight, and he was late although he drove at top speed to the airport.

Isaac was already waiting when he hurried into the plane and almost lost his patience.

"I was held up..."

James tried to explain.

Still, as Isaac looked up, he saw that James's collar was wrinkled and wide open, and the hickey on his neck was as clear as it was fresh.

enough would know how that happened,

"When did it start?"

"Eh?"

James blinked.

start? He then seemed to understand and straightened

"...It's not like that."

himself was surprised.He would not be messing around if she

it was no

it just amounted to a fling

nothing in response and directed the pilots to

home, he found Tommy playing in the

soft latex so that the baby would not hurt himself if he knocked into

barefooted on the carpet, playing with a

doorway

he walked toward Tommy, and he called out softly,

in his hand, but quickly threw it away when he saw that it was

"Pah- pah..."

and his vocabulary had increased as well, to include words like eat,

up in his arms, he grinned, baring a row

"welcome home,"

in the living room,

a bath ready

"Okay," Isaac said.

"Has Tommy been good?"

Sheryl lowered her gaze.

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