Chapter 146 Our Child Turns One Year Old_2

Bags and coats were tossed all over the floor. She clutched the collar of his shirt—already fragile from being high-end custom-made—and ripped off a button, which bounced onto the floor, but he was too preoccupied to care.

He thoughtfully and passionately began to untie the sash of her gown.

They fell onto the bed, still locked in a deep, secret kiss.

Upstairs, the banquet hall on the second floor was still bustling with guests, filled with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the fact that the head of Wen Bank was upstairs making love with unrestrained passion, like uncontrollable wind and rain.

Every intertwining was a crushing wave of longing for him.

But no matter how hard he pushed, she would never call him "brother." She only addressed him with a slightly hoarse and lazy voice as "Director Wen," carrying a sense of detachment and strangeness.

Even when he held her in his sleep, she only turned her back to him.