Chapter 22: His Gentleness Was Intoxicating


    He bent down, pressed my face, and said in a low and flirtatious voice, “it was because that I made you


    moan lewdlyst night when we had sex.”


    He pressed himself behind my ear. Feeling his hot breath, my face turned red.


    In fact, I was very shy and quite conservative about the sex. When I fell in love with Geoffrey am,


    every time he wanted to have sex with me, I refused him on the grounds that I could only have sex


    after marriage.


    If it was not for the dying grandmother, as she between life and death, I would never go to seduce


    Wayne Gilbert.


    “Lydia, I suddenly find you are very cute when you are shy!” He was near my ear, and said more and


    more vaguely. I was so ashamed.


    Pushing him away, I jumped down from the railing and walked on in anger.


    He followed me slowly down the riverside path.


    After a few years, when I recalled this night,ter I found that I was tempted in the moment, and it was


    destined to be a lifetime!


    “It was cold in the evening. Get dressed.”


    Wayne Gilbert took off his coat and draped in my shoulders. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn’t say any


    words to refuse him. I was infatuated with the feeling of being cared about! It didn’te easy for me.


    Smelling the faint tobo smell on his coat, my heart rarely calmed down.


    Back in the car, he abruptly turned off the lights and ttened the car seat.


    I blinked, and a bad feeling emerged in my heart...


    Sure enough, my expectations had always worked! He tugged at my hand, and then tore off his tie and


    unbuckled his belt.


    I coughed awkwardly, and then said in a low voice, “well, today you may not be possible to make love


    with me.”


    He froze for a while and looked at me, “what do you mean?”


    “Well, it means that I am having my period!”


    Wayne Gilbert’s face was darkened. I could find that he was unhappy because he couldn’t have sex


    with me.


    “Yesterday your period didn’te.” He buckled his belt, lit a cigarette and smoked.


    I suppressed a smile, hid my look of schadenfreude, and opened the car window in order to let the cold


    air in. The cold air could calm him down passingly.


    “It came this afternoon, and you don’t want to have sex with me during menstruation, do you? In my


    opinion, you are not young anymore, so you should distract yourself from sexual activities. Making love


    every day is bad for your health.”


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    Wayne Gilbert nced at me, and his unfathomable eyes made my spine feel cold. I sensed that he


    was thinking something dirty in his mind!


    “If you are not convenient to have sex with me, how about using your mouth?” His eyes moved up, and


    there was surging sexual desire in his deep eyes.


    I was stunned for a moment, and did not understand his words at the outset, until I noticing that his


    eyes looked at my mouth, it was only by then that I realized!


    “You are shameless, Wayne Gilbert. Don’t even think about it.” I rolled my eyes and turned away from


    him as if I was angry.


    He didn’t force me to do that when he saw me seem to be really angry.


    I didn’t understand how strong the sexual desire that a thirty-one-year-old man had. The only a few


    times of having sex with him made me unbearable. I had even pleaded for mercy. Sometimes, I


    wondered that would he sleep with another woman besides me? I knew a little bit about the circle of the


    rich. They liked to sleep with young model and make love with the schoolgirl.


    So would Wayne Gilbert be one of them?


    Thinking of this, my face looked bad. I had a clean passion for emotion, I could ept the rtionship


    with Wayne Gilbert that came to nothing, and ept the fact that he didn’t love me. But I couldn’t


    ept that he slept with me after he just had sex with other women.


    “Wayne Gilbert, would your girlfriend care about that you are with me?”


    Although I was sure that he was not married, but I thought that as a thirty-one-year-old man, he could


    not be without a steady girlfriend that was regarded as his marriage partner, especially the excellent


    men like Wayne Gilbert. I believed that he was surrounded by many women...


    “You’re prying into my life, Lydia?”


    He half smirking, his eyes seemed to see through everything. I was stared at by his cold and severe


    eyes, and I shook head without aspiration, “absolutely not, I was just asking and curious!”


    I had a deep rtionship with him, we knowing every physical details of each other, but after making


    love, when he put up the pants, we became the most familiar strangers again. This kind of dramatic


    thing was in novel, but it just happened to me...