Just when Evelyn Sherman thought she could not escape from being completely devoured, she noticed that Chester Yale had stopped moving.
His deep, dark eyes swept across her fair skin, finally settling on her chest for a long time without moving.
He was very tall; she had to stand on her tiptoes in front of him to barely reach his chin.
His sexy Adam's apple moved up and down, exuding charm.
Evelyn Sherman stared at him blankly for a while before realizing that he didn't believe her words, so he was checking her for any more injuries...
Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
She pursed her cherry lips, anxious to put on clothes, but Chester Yale's handsome face had already leaned in, accurately sealing her lips.
He turned her around and pushed her onto the bed, transforming into a wolf.
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Afterwards, Evelyn Sherman fell sound asleep, her petite body resting on his chest, as if sleeping in his arms.
Her small face rubbed against him, mumbling something...
