Chapter 382 Fireplace

While the rest of the multiverse unfolded in its countless stories, triumphs, and tragedies, Ross cared for nothing else but Jessica. Tonight, the world outside ceased to matter.

His focus, his thoughts, and his desires were entirely consumed by the woman sitting before him.

Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her figure framed by the soft glow of the room's ambient lighting. She wore a delicate white lingerie set that clung to her curves with an almost ethereal quality.

The fabric's intricate lace patterns seemed to shimmer, emphasizing her purity while hinting at the passion simmering beneath the surface.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hands rested nervously on her lap, fingers fidgeting slightly as she tried to steady her breathing.

Ross's gaze softened as he took in the sight of her. The innocence in her posture, the nervous energy in her eyes—it all made her even more breathtaking.