Chapter 238 I Want a Refund

• After finally persuading her assistant to leave, Kate sighed deeply as she gazed at the meal in front of her, her eyes drifting to her sore wrist.
• Being a designer, she was used to holding a brush for long periods, so her wrists were usually more resilient than most. Yet, even her endurance couldn't withstand Eric's stamina. If this continued ...
• Kate's thoughts spiraled into various directions, each more inappropriate than the last, causing her cheeks to flush deeply.