Chapter 7 Kiss Me He quickly grabbed Charlottes wrist.
Ill take you away.
His voice was deep and powerful, easily calming anyone in panic.
Charlotte quickly nodded.
She didnt want to stay even for a second longer.
But because of the drug, Charlottes legs grew weak, making it much harder to walk.
Thomas only glanced down.
Soon, he lifted Charlotte in his arms.
The moment Charlotte was picked up, she instinctively pressed herself against Thomas chest.
Her baby face kept rubbing against him, like a spoiled little kitten.
Her red lips were full and inviting, parting and closing, as if demanding something.
This was a fatal allure for a man.
Thomas Adams apple bobbed, his gaze fixed on Charlotte.
But his steps didnt stop.
He continued until he placed Charlotte in the car.
When Charlotte was placed in the passenger seat, she let out a small, dissatisfied hum, like a kitten.
The comfortable feeling vanished in an instant.
Heat quickly swept in.
Without thinking, Charlotte wanted to cling to Thomas again.

Be good, Ill take you home, Thomas said each word clearly.
Charlotte hummed, her delicate hands gripping Thomass large one, unwilling to settle.
… Thomas used all his restraint, driving as fast as he could until he reached the hotel entrance.
He carried Charlotte in his arms, and Charlotte, sweet and alluring, clung to him, even more so than in the car, her restlessness palpable.
I want… Charlottes baby voice suddenly piped up.
Kiss me.
Soft and sticky, Charlotte thought this and did just that.
Thomas gaze grew darker.
He quickened his pace until they reached the suite door, where he swiped the card.
The next moment, Thomas pinned Charlotte against the door, his lips claiming hers without hesitation.
Charlotte responded eagerly.
Thomas hadnt intended to touch Charlotte, but this unexpected turn of events instantly disrupted all his plans.
Moreover, up until now, Charlotte was still the legitimate Mrs.
Zimmerman.
What difference does it make if I touch Charlotte? With this thought, Thomas became even bolder.
Charlotte was like a partner who matched his every move.
The more reckless he was, the more passionate she became.
For a moment, Thomas felt that Charlotte held the initiative in this matter.
Youre so slow, Charlotte complained with a hum.
Her hand reached out, desperately grasping Thomas.

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Thomas gaze grew even darker.
Neither of them made it to the master bedroom.
Clothes were scattered across the living room floor.
In the crevice of the couch, intimate garments were wedged, while trousers and shirts lay tangled on the floor.
Ambiguity and enchantment filled the air.
… At two ten in the morning, outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the night view of Javerton.
Charlotte, wrapped in a towel, sat seriously on the couch.
Her cheeks were so flushed, it felt as though she could melt into the ground.
Charlotte hadnt forgotten what happened last night.
She remembered every detail clearly.
She had transformed into a wolf and pounced on Thomas.
And again, and again, she had wanted more.
That fiery scene, now thinking about it, made Charlotte instinctively curl her toes.
She wanted to cry, but at the same time, she had truly enjoyed it.
Meanwhile, Thomas remained perfectly composed.
He casually took a crystal glass from the cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, and asked, Would you like some? No, Charlotte quickly shook her head.
Ill just have water.
The effects of the drug had left her with uncontrollable urges.
What if, after drinking, things go wrong again and Thomas sues me? Charlottes thoughts were crystal clear to Thomas.

Dont worry, I wont sue you, Thomas said as he handed her a bottle of water.
Charlotte remained silent.
Am I really that obvious? As Charlotte twisted the cap of the water bottle, her hand accidentally brushed against Thomas.
Startled, Charlotte quickly pulled her hand back.
She lowered her head, pretending to fiddle with the bottle.
The more nervous she got, the more the cap refused to budge.
Charlottes forehead began to sweat in frustration.
Suddenly, the bottle was gently taken from Charlottes hand.
She looked up at Thomas passively.
Thomas easily twisted the cap open.
Thanks, Charlotte awkwardly replied.
Well… She wanted to bring up what had happened earlier, but she didnt know where to start.
Then Thomas sat down on the couch opposite Charlotte.
Though he wasnt sitting too close, his presence felt overwhelmingly heavy, making Charlotte even more uncomfortable and uncertain.
Mr.
Tom… Charlotte struggled to speak again.
But Thomas suddenly interrupted her, Why did you block me on WhatsApp? Charlotte was speechless.
Why does he have to bring up this topic? But, it doesnt seem like theres an appropriate one to discuss right now.
Charlotte stammered, Oh… did I block you? Maybe I accidentally deleted your contact… Thomas clearly wasnt buying such a clumsy lie.