Chapter 852

Chapter 852:

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No, the one before.”

“You are so careless.”

“No, before that.”

Realizing his intention, Fernanda withdrew her hand.

She quirked an eyebrow, her gaze lively with youthful mischief and cleverness. As she met Cristian’s look, she noted the eagerness and desire in his eyes. His breath even seemed to hold cautiously, as if awaiting her reply like it was a crucial verdict.

In his casual attire and with his usually neat hair slightly tousled, he appeared less like the composed man she was accustomed to and more like an infatuated youth.

Fernanda found herself charmed by this unexpected facet of him.

Looking up, she gave his cheek a playful pinch and smiled warmly. “I just said, I like you just as you are.”

Cristian’s mind burst into metaphorical pink fireworks upon hearing her words, his joy uncontainable.

He pulled her toward him, causing Fernanda to lose her balance slightly and end up sitting on his lap.

His arms encircled her, drawing her close as he leaned in for a kiss.

Fernanda pressed her palms against his chest, attempting to push away, but his hold was too strong, leaving her little choice but to stay.

Their initial gentle kiss quickly intensified, their breathing becoming ragged.

“Hey…” Fernanda’s faint protest emerged. “Not now. We haven’t even finished our dinner!”

The dinner she had meticulously prepared remained untouched on the table.

More 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓲𝓷 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺

But Cristian was no longer paying attention to anything else.

Overwhelmed by her declaration of love, his heart overflowed with her sweetness and the warmth of her closeness.

He truly adored her.

Gradually, they moved from the dining table to the sofa in the living room. Fernanda lay back into the cushions, her long dark hair spreading out like a waterfall, her skin glowing against the soft fabric—radiant and captivating.

Cristian reached down and pressed a button on the side of the sofa, initiating a soft mechanical hum as the backrest reclined, slowly transforming the sofa into a spacious bed. Fernanda’s eyes widened.

This sofa was quite sophisticated.

After enough kisses, Cristian let her go.

He adjusted his position, gazing down at her thoughtfully.

“Do you feel okay if you want to do more?” he inquired.

The subtext was clear, given they were both consenting adults.

Fernanda’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, resembling a ripe peach.

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