Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1168

Raeleigh lay still as Jepherson flipped over and positioned himself on top of her. She looked him in the eyes, motionlessly. In the past, she would have been worried, afraid, or shy, but that time, she wasn't.

She looked at Jepherson. Although she hadn't made an attempt to seduce him, she was waiting for him, wholeheartedly.

Jepherson rode on her, tensing up with carnal desire. However, the thought that Raeleigh was his sister, whom he had been looking for over the years, had hurt him to the core, as though it had stabbed him right in the heart, and blood was dripping from it, soaking the entire place with red liquid.

His breathing steadily calmed down. His guilty conscience had prevailed over his then banished s*xual desire, and what was left in him was an incurable wound. His feelings for her were the salt to his wound, calling forth the fact that he had defiled his own sister.

Regarding their first intercourse, it was he who had forced her into it. Had it not been for that, they would have been able to maintain a relationship other than husband and wife.

Jepherson got up and went to the shower room for a cold shower.

Meanwhile, Raeleigh was lying on the bed. Only after a dozen seconds had passed did she finally come to her senses and follow him.

The door of the shower room was locked. Raeleigh felt as if there was a big stone weighing on her chest. She was so depressed that she could not catch her breath.

Lying down on the bed, Raeleigh thought her first attempt to seduce Jepherson had ended in failure.

She picked up her phone and browsed it for a short time as she had also been keyed up over the past few days. It didn't take long for her drowsiness to get the better of her, but Jepherson hadn't come out. Therefore, she had to sleep first.

By the time Jepherson came out of the shower room, Raeleigh had already fallen asleep. Looking at her bare arm, unease coursed through his entire body.

After drying his hair, he walked to Raeleigh's side, covered her with the quilt, took her phone, set it on silent mode, and put it aside. Then, he turned around and went out of the room. After closing the door, he sat outside until late at night. Only then did he get up and go back to lie down beside

Raeleigh.

As soon as he lay down, she instinctively wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to seek warmth. He wanted to push her away at first, but he couldn't bear to do it in the end.

Raeleigh knitted her brow slightly, listening to his breathing, which gradually became steady. It took her a long time to fall into a deep slumber quietly.

Raeleigh woke up early in the morning, but she didn't wake up as early as Jepherson did. He had woken up much earlier than Raeleigh. Besides, there were no other people in the room when she stirred.

She got up, put on her clothes and washed up. Afterwards, she went to the doorway to look for Jepherson and called him to ask where he was. No one picked up the call. She went downstairs through the elevator. She wondered where he had gone, so she kept calling him after stepping out of the elevator. All of a sudden, she heard his phone ringing when she walked to the reception desk in front of her. Thus, she followed the direction of the sound. As a result, she came to a room, and what she saw shocked her.

Perhaps, it was because it was too early that there were very few people around. At that moment, there was a man sitting on the edge of the bed, and sitting on his thighs was a woman, who was decked out in the latest fashion and had a pleasant voice.

The woman was swaying her waist provocatively. Raeleigh had never done that before. Her porcelain thighs underneath the miniskirt had been exposed whereas the man's pants had been unzipped, which painted the picture of...

It was not that Raeleigh couldn't accept it. After all, it was not a wonder that a man and a woman would have s*x together. What she could not accept was that the man in there was Jepherson.

Raeleigh couldn't begin to imagine what they were doing.

After a round of writhing, the woman moaned with pain, which then graduated to pleasure. Concurrently, Raeleigh closed her eyes, turned around, and walked to the back of the wall, step by step, with no one the wiser. She didn't come near the room again.