Chapter 100: One Must Continuously Cherish His Own Wife While Kneeling

"Forget it, tell me when you want to talk about it."

Looking at Serena Summers' furrowed brow, Lucas Shaw helplessly compromised.

It was nothing significant.

As long as Serena stayed by his side, nothing else mattered.

A doting look flashed through his profound, dark eyes.

There was no way around it.

His wife could only be spoiled incessantly on bended knees.

Serena Summers giggled and shifted her position, straddling the man's knees.

Her arms, fair and slender like lotus stems, slowly wrapped around the man's neck, her lips finding his Adam's apple.

"Honey, you're so good!"

Lucas Shaw looked down, a dark gleam crossing the black depths of his eyes, his thin lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, almost without any gaps.

Lucas Shaw could distinctly feel the warmth radiating from the girl.

"Flirting with me again."

Lucas Shaw sighed helplessly.

Serena Summers cocked her head, a sly spark flashing in her eyes.