It wasn't until noon that the man finally let her go, satisfied.
Amelia had been tormented for a full two hours, feeling as if she had fallen apart and not wanting to move a single finger.
Still, she forced herself to get up. She didn't want to lie on this bed for a second longer.
On the other hand, the man who had previously been languidly slumped was now looking refreshed and full of energy.
He had already taken a shower, and his white shirt made him look fresh and spirited. His slender fingers elegantly fastened his shirt buttons while he watched the woman getting dressed on the bed. He said gently, "If you're tired, take a nap and rest. No one else is home, so you don't have to hurry up."
Amelia didn't even look at him, expressionlessly getting dressed with her head down. Due to her excessive exertion, her fingers were trembling slightly, making it difficult to fasten the buttons.
