As the moonlight illuminated the room through the full-length windows, Arielle was bathed in warm kisses from her lips down to her neck. Even then, Vinson didn't stop and continued downwards.
The next day, she opened her eyes.
“You're awake?”
Vinson's magnetic voice rang out from behind her. Having just woken up, there was a tinge of raspiness in his tone that stirred her heart.
After mumbling a response, Arielle turned aside lethargically, intending to sleep longer. However, her eyes opened wide all of a sudden.
“Vinson!” she barked softly.
There was no way she could sleep with something hard poking into her from behind.
“Darling, we haven't done it for quite a few days now.”
With that, he got up and climbed on top of her.
Arielle was stumped.
It was no more than just a few days ago! Besides, didn't we just fool around till late last night? Isn't that enough?
“But I still want—”
To sleep a little longer.
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed with a kiss, causing her to swallow her words.
Back in the palace, the queen mother's secretary was giving her a report. “Queen mother, His Majesty seems to be unusually active recently...”
The secretary had wanted to recruit more allies and claim credit for it. Unexpectedly, Dylan was one step ahead of him, foiling his attempt.
After hearing her secretary's report, a grim expression descended on the queen mother's face as she shot him a piercing glare.
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