Chapter 279


    The icy chill pricked ra''s eyes until they stung painfully. Aplex tide of emotions surged within


    her chest beyond the grasp of words.


    Ian leaned close, his breath warm against her cool earlobe as he yfully nipped it. His husky voice


    vibrated through her.


    "From now on, you''re mine, ra. You even think about running, and I''ll break those pretty legs of


    yours."


    After dering his im, he rose from the ground, scooped her into his arms with a grin he couldn''t


    mask, and as he showered her with kisses, he murmured, "It''s too cold out here, sweetheart. I don''t


    want you catching a chill. Let''s get inside, and I''ll warm you up properly, okay?"


    His voice was raspier than usual,ced with a mischievous chuckle, sounding like a siren''s call.


    ra’s cheeks burned hot as she nestled in his embrace, utterly speechless.


    Ian''s footsteps crunched on the snowy path beneath. Snowkes continued their dance, and a


    bone-chilling breeze whipped at her face. Yet, deep within her heart, a warm current bubbled forth,


    soothing and sweet, as though it could melt the frigid weather itself.


    Ianid ra on the bed, peeling off her puffer jacket. He pinched her cold cheeks. "Snuggle under


    the covers and wait for me. I''m gonna take a shower."


    Obediently, ra climbed into bed, pulling the nkets over herself. Minutester, the bathroom


    door swung open, and Ian emerged.


    He was d in a ck silk robe loosely tied at the waist, which revealed a vast expanse of his


    sculpted torso. His wet, raven locks were carelessly pushed back, unveiling his sharp,manding


    features.


    He exuded azy, powerful allure that made ra''s breath hitch. Her hands trembled beneath the


    covers, clenched tightly together.


    Ian strode over, kissed her forehead, and teased with a yful grin, "Caught staring, huh? Just wait.


    There''s more to see."


    Her face flushed, ra buried it into the nkets, only for Ian to pull her back out. He nuzzled her


    neck, murmuring, "Help me dry my hair, will you?"


    ra promptly fetched the hairdryer from the drawer, plugged it in, and straddled hisp as her


    slender fingers wove through his damp hair.


    As she was focused on her task, Ian''s hands began to wander beneath her nightgown, pinching the


    soft flesh at her waist. She couldn''t suppress a muffled whimper, her spine quivering. The


    hairdryer''s movements grew erratic.


    "Just a few more minutes," she whispered.


    Ian''s lips curled into a sly smile. "You do your thing, and I''ll do mine. We won''t get in each other''s


    way."


    How he managed to make such roguish words sound so utterly regal was beyond her. ra


    increased the hairdryer''s speed, wanting to finish quickly, but Ian''s advances became increasingly


    bold. Soon, the hairdryer''s hum was reced by ra''s soft,bored breaths.


    Outside, the world was a vision of silver serenity, but inside, passion painted the room with fervent,


    wild hues.


    When ra awoke the next day, it was already past three in the afternoon. The memories of the


    previous night''s proposal from the man she''d loved for seven years sent ripples through her heart.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    He''d promised a future filled with shared beauty and happiness.


    A smile yed on ra''s lips.


    Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Ian approached the bed, bending down to press a kiss to


    her lips, his voice a sultry growl, "Mrs. Hayes, time to rise. We''ve got a marriage certificate to get."