Chapter 64 Focus
This discovery made me even more nervous. Cyril leaned over my back, kissing my ear softly.
When I was anxious, my sense of touch became unusually sensitive.
That was just how I was–despite knowing that someone was hunting Cyril and me outside, I couldn’t resist
his advances.
I endured the pleasure that nearly drove me crazy, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Cyril chuckled softly and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, they can’t get in.”
I froze for a moment, a thought flashing through my mind–how did Cyril know so much about Nightfall Bar?
As a shareholder, I didn’t even know Nightfall Bar had such a secret room. How did Cyril find out?
It seemed like he was hiding many secrets that I didn’t know about.
Noticing my unease, Cyril mischievously increased his force, “Focus.”
I was pulled back into the vortex of desire, and this time, Cyril’s actions were especially intense.
My whole body was left weak and sore, until the searchers gradually moved farther away, and I finally felt
some relief.
Last time, Cyril almost made me lose control, and this time, his intensity was even fiercer.
The secret room was pitch dark, and I completely lost track of time, passively enduring his fervor.
It wasn’t until I regained consciousness that I realized my body felt limp, as if all the strength had been
drained.
I instinctively opened my eyes, and the light was a bit blinding.
I froze, suddenly looking around in a panic.
This wasn’t the small space anymore–had I gotten out?
How did I get out?
Did Cyril’s people come to rescue him?
I unconsciously scanned my surroundings, and the sky outside was slowly getting brighter.
I frantically fumbled for my phone, glancing at the time. It had been ten hours since I went to find Cyril!
He went on for such a long time?
No wonder I felt swollen!
I silently gritted my teeth, and as the madness faded, a strong sense of shame quickly surrounded me.
This time was different from the last. This time, I was fully conscious!
I was even almost caught.
I took a deep breath, but I couldn’t calm the turbulence in my heart.
I checked my messages–Darian had called me several times, probably worried about my safety.
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After reassuring him, the door opened.
My body tensed instinctively, and I turned my head. It was Cyril.
Fervor had left him. His expression was no longer aggressive but relaxed and casual.
This time, he was dressed in simple loungewear, which gave me a strange feeling….
It felt as if we had been married for years, living together for a long time.
The thought startled me, and I quickly shifted my gaze away.
Cyril chuckled softly, his deep voice echoing in my ear like a cello. I couldn’t help but remember how, in that small space, he had gently nipped my earlobe and whispered those embarrassing words over and over again.
I unconsciously pressed my lips tightly together. Before I could figure out what to say, I suddenly felt the bed
sink as Cyril sat beside me.
My sense of shame intensified, and I cleared my throat, just about to speak when he asked, “Are you okay?”
Those words suggested so much. I lowered my head instinctively, feeling the swollen area.
It didn’t feel good at all. The pain from the fabric rubbing against me made me glare at Cyril.
He narrowed his eyes, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Sorry, Aurora, I lost control. Didn’t pay attention
to the force.”
Feeling a mix of shame and anger, I didn’t know how to respond.
He leaned closer, his gaze deep. “If you’re angry, you can bite me a few times.”
Who would want to bite him?
Did he really think I didn’t know? Back in that secret room, I had been tortured so much that I angrily bit his arm, and he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he increased his strength!
He clearly enjoyed it! It was a reward!
After calming my emotions a bit, I said, “Last time you were my antidote. This time I was your antidote. We’re
even now.”
Cyril’s smile froze slightly. He seemed to realize that I was intentionally distancing myself from him.
I didn’t look at him, having already made my decision. I didn’t want to continue with this ambiguous
relationship.
Just like when I video–called him yesterday, there could be other women around him at any moment. If I get
too emotionally involved with him, I would only end up hurting myself.
Drawing a clear boundary with him was actually a form of self–protection.
Cyril quickly regained his composure, his voice soft as if nothing had happened. “It’s not the same, Aurora.
Please understand that…”
I suddenly felt resistant, not wanting to continue discussing the topic. I interrupted him, saying, “Cyril, it’s almost dawn, and I have things to take care of. If there’s nothing else, could you take me home?”
The words he was about to say were cut off by me, and those once bright eyes dimmed at that moment. He stared at me, his gaze filled with emotions I couldn’t comprehend.
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After a moment, he spoke in a low volce, “Wall, Aurora, don’t you want to know why I went to Nightfall Bar?
I froze for a moment. Of course, I wanted to know, especially about his relationship with Philip.
But it was his private matter, and it wasn’t convenient for me to ask.
Since he brought it up himself, I followed along, asking, “Can you tell me?”
“Of course.” He looked at me, his eyes seemingly full of affection. “Aurora, as long as you want to know, I will tell you.”
His words sounded a bit flirty. I didn’t respond but waited for him to continue.
Cyril paused before saying, “Aurora, if I’m not mistaken, you really want to investigate the secret industries of the Hartman family, don’t you?”
I jerked my head up, looking at Cyril in surprise.
I had never told him about this. How did he know?
Was my goal so obvious?
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