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Chapter 86
Chapter 86
Gisele was startled by the sudden turn of events, her mind momentarily going blank.
When she regained her senses, she found herself breathless from the kiss, with Dorian pinning her down.
In the dim light, Dorian’s eyes gleamed with intensity, emitting a fierce gaze as he leaned in to kiss her, almost as if in retaliation for her hesitance to stay.
“Gah!” Gisele winced in discomfort.
Her eyes widened as she angrily seized Dorian’s chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Dorian! Y–you better let go of me! Can’t you see who I am?
“I know you can handle your alcohol, so why the charade? Aren’t you concerned about how devastated Sierra will be if she walks in on us?”
Gisele feared that Dorian might attempt to force himself on her in the car, but what terrified her even more was the prospect of tomorrow morning.
She worried that after they had s**, he would feel repulsed and disgusted by her, accusing her of promiscuity.
In his drunken state, Dorian found Gisele’s protests irritating. Hushing her with a kiss, he muttered, “Shh!”
Immediately after, his gentle, tender lips shifted into a display of dominance, taking charge of her mouth, while his hands firmly constrained hers.
With a heavy heart, Gisele watched as Dorian seemed consumed by his urge to kiss her. His large hand gripped her buttocks while her slender arms encircled his shoulders.
Locked in an ambiguous embrace, their passionate kisses drew them closer to the villa, Jon now
nowhere in sight.
In the vast and eerie Jefferson Manor, the couple continued to embrace, their lips intertwining.
Even the frigid air appeared to thaw, gradually warming like water approaching its boiling point, until eventually, the metaphorical kettle reached its climax and overflowed.
“Dorian…” Gisele breathed out, her voice soft as she succumbed to his passionate kiss, her flowing locks cascading over their entwined shoulders.
Without hesitation, Dorian hastily removed her clothing, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and love bites
on her fair, delicate skin.
“Don.”
Gisele’s delicate and alluring, voice echoed, but Dorian swiftly silenced her with a kiss, preventing any further words from escaping her lips.
With a sobering awareness, Gisele observed Dorian’s passionate demeanor, experiencing a bittersweet
sensation within her.
Despite Dorian being the one under the Influence of alcohol, Gisele found herself captivated by his tenderness, even in her sober state.
They made out from the car to the living room, their passion undiminished as they moved to the second floor, ultimately arriving in the master bedroom…
As they stepped into the villa, their clothes were strewn across the floor, enveloping the room in an atmosphere saturated with desire.
Exhausted, Gisele struggled to keep her eyes open. Drifting toward sleep, she caught a faint whisper by her ear, “Rainie… Rainie, don’t go.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
Rainie…
Gisele’s eyes snapped open instantly, her long lashes trembling as she gazed at Dorian.
Did he still remember her?
She longed to ask him but didn’t know where to begin.
Summoning her strength, Gisele rose from the bed, her body aching. Despite the discomfort, she made her way to the bathroom for a shower.
Her tears mingled with the hot water, streaming down her face, tracing the path of hickeys on her skin before vanishing down the drain.
The next day at midday.
Dorian slept until noon, only to be awakened by a splitting headache. Sitting up, he noticed his mouth was
dry. Without bothering to look, he reached for the glass on the bedside table and took a sip.
The familiar bitterness of Sophora root made him instinctively frown as soon as it touched his tongue.
It was the hangover remedy that Gisele had specially prepared for him. After social events in the past, he would always rely on a cup or two of this.
Her unique blend of hangover relief effectively mitigated symptoms such as headaches, nausea, and thirst.
As Dorian pondered, he couldn’t shake off the memory of Gisele’s hesitation last night, questioning whether she truly cared for him or if it was merely an act.
“Gisele, don’t you dare…” Dorian said, his words trailing off as he turned away.