She was terrified, her heart skipping a beat!
In broad daylight, at a legitimate five-star hotel, someone dared to kidnap and hold her hostage?
"Hel... mmph—"
Amelia Garcia fought for her life, elbowing backward, stomping wildly with her feet, and thrusting her waist back to bump the person away.
"It's me!"
Poor Christopher Hart, struck in the chest by her elbow and stepped on the toes by her high heels, sweated coldly in pain.
However, amidst the excruciating pain, the close physical contact triggered distant memories.
Benny Palmer's words suddenly echoed in his ears—yet at this youthful, physically prime age, having abstained for over four years.
Yes, these past four-plus years, he had almost been like a monk.
Embracing the woman again, it felt as though his withered life was instantly revived, every cell stirring up, clamoring for more.
He must have been chaste for too long, he was almost psychologically twisted...