Chapter 92 Sitting on Delbert's Lap

"What's wrong, Delbert?"

Before Harriet could grasp what was happening, a gentle tug from Delbert caused her to settle onto his lap instantly!

He withdrew his heated hand, now using it to caress her delicate face tenderly. Treating it as if it were a cherished gem, he was unwilling to let go. Simultaneously, his other hand quietly encircled her slender waist.

Harriet's heart was pounding. Now, Delbert's handsome face was just inches away, and his breath was scorching her neck.

Trapped in his arms, she could clearly feel his burning heat through the fabric of his suit pants, and the pleasant scent of cold wood rosin drifted into her nostrils.

Her face blushed unconsciously, resembling the colors of the evening sky.

Even during their sexual intercourse in the Munoz family’s villa that night, she had not been as nervous.

"Delbert, stop it. I'll have to give you a massage."

Embarrassed, Harriet tried to get up, but Delbert abruptly pressed her down and held her in his arms.

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