If he were a plant, he'd definitely be blooming now... Feeling this good.
The maid imagined Philip Shaw blooming, her lips twitching, embarrassed by her own excessive imagination, quickly shaking off the absurd thought.
In the study, Philip Shaw placed the tablet to the side.
He lowered his gaze, leisurely watching Aldana Candi sleeping on his lap, then reached out and pinched her face.
"Put on a little weight."
He remarked to himself.
His fingers gently traced across her delicate nose, rosy lips, his eyes deepening slightly as he bent down to give her a gentle kiss on the lips.
He acted intimately, not holding back at all. In his mind, this woman belonged to him; he could do whatever he wanted to her.
