NovelUpdateChapter 1177: Madisyn bobbed her head earnestly.
"I have. Honey, please smile for me. That handsface of yours doesn't suit such a serious expression." Andrew remained silent, prompting Madisyn to realize her apology had been too superficial. After a moment's contemplation, she leaned in closer and pressed her lips against his.
Andrew's lips were a mystery-sometimes warm as sunlight, other times blazing like fire. Tonight, they felt cooler than hers, yet retained their signature softness. This close, his distinctive scent enveloped her a warm, woody fragrance that never failed to intoxicate her senses.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSimply put, kissing Andrew was always divine.
But tonight, he wasn't playing along.
Madisyn felt like she'd stepped into a romantic , playing the temptress trying to seduce a stoic monk who remained frustratingly unmoved by her charms. This wasn't like Andrew at all! Madisyn's eyes fluttered half-closed as she recalled the intimate choreography of their past kisses, tentatively venturing forth with her tongue.
His strong profile cast tic shadows across her delicate features. She was a vision of contradictions-eyes closed in surrender, lashes quivering like butterfly wings, her expression a beautiful blend of innocence and desire. Andrew watched her with eyes dark and fathomless, like a midnight sea.
Just as Madisyn began to withdraw, Andrew's resolve crumbled. His hand rose to cradle her head, pulling her back as he claimed her lips once more.
When they finally parted, Madisyn buried her flushed face against Andrew's neck, catching her breath while secretly stealing glances at his expression.
"Why are you looking atlike that, all sneaky?" Andrew lowered his head to meet Madisyn's gaze. Madisyn's red lips parted slightly, and she asked in a soft voice, “Darling, are you not angry anymore?" Andrew chuckled, pulling her closer with a mix of amusement and resignation.
"From the moment you entered the study until now, I never once said I was angry, but you keep trying to placate me. What exactly am I supposed to be angry about? Madisyn, instead of trying to placate me, why don't you helpwith..." It only took Madisyn a moment to understand what Andrew was implying, and when his last words hit her, her face flushed a deep crimson.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNot knowing how to respond, she raised her hand and gave Andrew a playful smack, her eyes filled with reproach. She was usually so composed and distant in front of others, but sometimes, like now, she showed a different side of herself.
Andrew was quite fond of this side of her. He caught her could fall and band before it a kiss to her palm, his tone gentle and coaxing.
"Alright, baby, I'm not angry. I was just thinking... if you'd eto me! directly, you wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."
Madisyn's voice softened as she said, "I just thought asking you ton handle something so small would be Επ.
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