Richelle Dunn had never thought, that Master Lewis, who was always indifferent and haughty, acting superior to everyone, could actually have such sticky moments too.
What surprised her even more was, the moment he held her in his arms, her heart, which had felt hollow all these days, seemed to have been filled suddenly.
It turned out that she was just like this man, needing, a recharge.
Richelle Dunn was not an affectated person, when she realized she had the same needs, she directly wrapped her arms around his waist.
In these few days, the weather had turned warm, and both of them were only wearing thin long-sleeved shirts. In such an intimate embrace, each could clearly feel the warmth and touch of the other's skin.
After burying his head in her neck for a while, Roy Lewis lifted his head, lowering his eyes, looking at Richelle Dunn with a tender gaze.
His palm, at first, was just resting on her back, but at some unknown point, it moved to her slender waist.
