NovelEnglishInstinctively aware of how to bring joy to men, the escort made the first move by encircling Harold’s neck with her arms and kissing him. In response, Harold pressed her against the sofa, succumbing to desire.
After their intercourse, Harold casually inquired, “What is your name?”
“Lillian,” she replied, assisting him in dressing with remarkable obedience.
Harold’s playful smile emerged as he remarked, “It’s a lovely name.”
Lillian blushed, enfolding her arms around his waist while asking, “Mr. Moore, when will you visit me again?” Harold lit a cigarette and took a few drags before responding.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“We’ll discuss that later.”
A hint of disappointment flickered across her face. She yearned to know if he desired heras his mistress. After all, he had displayed great ardor just moments ago, repeatedly calling her Rena.
To her, Rena’s identity was inconsequential. What truly mattered was the prospect of being involved with a wealthy man.
Harold, devoid of any inclination to engage in further conversation, promptly departed the club.
As he settled into his car, he glanced at his wrist to check the time. It was already 11 o’clock, indicating it was time to proceed to the Fowler family’s residence for lunch. However, the thought of encountering Waylen’s face caused his handsome visage to darken, dampening his spirits.
Upon his arrival at the Fowler family’s residence, Harold was taken aback to discover that Waylen had not yet returned.
Cecilia descended the stairs, clutching her phone and addressed her parents in a sugary tone, “I’m not sure what has kept Waylen so occupied. He had promised to join us for lunch but now he claims he won‘ be able to finish his work until three o’clock in the afternoon.”
Harold’s hands clenched tightly, well aware of Waylen’s true engagements.
Nevertheless, he chose to feign composure and engaged in a game of chess with Korbyn.
Seated beside Harold, Cecilia spoke softly, attempting to placate him. “Don’t be angry, Harold. Waylen didn’t mean any harm.”
Harold offered a smile, assuring her, “I won’ let anger consume me.”
Korbyn, quite content with Harold’s response, cast a glance at his beloved daughter and remarked, “Do you truly believe that Harold possesses the thoughtlessness you often exhibit? He is a considerate individual who comprehends Waylen’s circumstances.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHarold tenderly embraced Cecilia, affirming, “Cecilia possesses immense thoughtfulness herself.”
Cecilia’s heart warmed at his words. Just as she was about to speak further, a distinct fragrance reached her senses, causing her to inquire, “Harold, why do I detect the scent of perfume on you?”
Harold’s nerves were on edge, anxiety tingling through his veins.
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In his mind, he pondered whether it was the fragrance of the female escort’s perfume.
Attempting to ease the situation, he mustered a smile and said, “This morning, I had to visit the hospital to change. the dressing. Perhaps it’s the lingering scent of the nurse’s perfume that you’re sensing.”
Cecilia expressed her discontent, her dissatisfaction manifesting in fidgeting with her nails, as she grumbled, “That nurse must be exceptionally young and beautiful! You must have found great joy when she attended to your dressing.
A chuckle escaped Harold’s lips, as he playfully pinched her cheek, teasingly asking, “Are you feeling a twinge of jealousy, my dear?”
Deeply enamored by Harold, Cecilia’s suspicions were mere fleeting thoughts. He skillfully coaxed her and, in no time, a radiant smile adorned her face as she leaned affectionately against his shoulder.
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