The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1270

Kari froze in place.

Ronald lowered his head, his lips meeting hers, their breaths mingling.

Kari wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly responding.

Her feeble sense of reason was suppressed.

Ronald carried Kari back to his room, her head dizzy from the kisses, his voice a whisper in her ear.

His hand slipped under her pajamas.

"Kari, is this okay?"

It was a point of no return.

She clung to his neck, her lips gleaming: "Yeah."

With that, the night turned passionate.

...

Late into the night.

Ronald left the hotel.

An hour later, he returned.

Kari was exhausted, already deep in sleep.

He lifted the covers, taking Kari into his arms, inhaling her sweet scent, feeling as if he was basking in sunlight, utterly content.

Ronald, mindful of Kari's well-being, didn't prolong their activities.

But Kari was still worn out.

The next day, on their way to the Spring Retreat, Ronald had to carry her downstairs.

She slept through the car ride.

The driver sneaked a few glances, only to be met with Ronald's cold stare.

"Sorry—"

The driver immediately apologized.

This was a VIP; he couldn't afford to offend him!

Ronald covered Kari with a light blanket, holding her close as he looked out the window.

Nearly two hours later, they arrived at Spring Retreat, and Kari finally woke up.

"You're awake."