Chapter 1107


    Heughed, looking puzzled “What do you mean by ‘know when to stop‘?”


    Paige seemed confused. “Didn’t you just say we could try doing other stuff? Wasn’t that what you


    meant?”


    Paige’s words trailed off. Baillie noticed her cheeks slowly turning pink.


    “I remember now!” Paige abruptly changed the subject. “I have dinner ns with Ivy tonight. I…”


    Paige stood up to leave, but Baillie grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.


    Paige let out a small yelp, looking at Baillie in surprise.


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    “Just kidding!” Baillie told her, “You got it wrong.”


    “Baillie!” Paige was both shy and nervous.


    The next moment, Baillie kissed her lips. It was different from all the previous times; his kiss was gentle


    but passionate, leaving Paige bewildered. She had no idea how they ended up in the bedroom from the


    living room. And it wasn’t her bedroom, but Baillie’s.


    He wasing home today. She had tidied up the room herself, put on sun–driedfy sheets, and


    even arranged beautiful flowers.


    The bed was soft. Baillie kissed Paige’s eyebrows and lips.


    Looking into each other’s eyes, Baillie kissed her eyes again, then he asked, “Paige, do you love me?”


    Paige nodded without any hesitation. She didn’t know when she fell in love with Baillie, but she was


    sure she loved him a lot. Thinking of their future together, she felt extremely happy and carefree, with


    no worries at all.


    After receiving her affirmation, Baillie appeared to have no reservations. He put all the tricks he learned


    from the inte these past few months into practice.


    Moonlight, carrying a cool breeze, seeped in through the window, shining on Baillie and Paige’s


    sped hands.


    The ring on Baillie’s finger sparkled in the moonlight.


    Baillie had a sense of ritual. When they got married, he was okay with Paige still having someone else


    in her heart. He could patiently wait for Paige to slowlye to him, and to ept him, to fall in love


    with him.


    However, when it came to intimacy between a man and a woman, Baillie had his principles.


    He believed it was more than just a release of desire; it should be a blending of love, and only when


    she truly fell in love with him would it be meaningful.


    The young groom savored the sweetness. The young couple stayed home for the weekend plus


    Monday morning. If Paige could handle herpany affairs over the phone, they might stay even


    longer.


    After hanging up the phone, sunlight poured in through the window.


    Paigey on the bed, hugging a pillow. Baillie kissed her beautiful shoulder de.


    “Ah, to be young.”


    Paige weakly held Baillie’s hand.


    Baillie’s forehead rested on her back, and he chuckled softly, “Rest a bit more, I’ll go make something


    for you to eat!”


    “No need…”


    Paige turned around, wrapped her arms around Baillie’s neck, and kissed him again.


    Baillie wanted to respond to her kiss, but Paige dodged it with a smile.


    “You’re already too sweet!” she said. Then she remembered something important.


    “Now, I think I should ask you a question.” Paige said it with a serious face.


    “What’s up?” Baillie held her tight, murmuring in her ear.


    Paige ran her fingers through Baillie’s hair; it felt so good, even softer than a puppy’s fur.


    “That piece ofnd–you told the agent it was because you were short of money–is that why you wanted


    to sell it?” she asked slowly.