Chapter 184 What Is He Hiding?

• Francisco's intense gaze locked onto Hazel's as he slowly broke the kiss. He watched her eyes flutter open, her breath coming in shaky gasps. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in to kiss her chin, his lips trailing down to her neck. Hazel's body trembled under his touch, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for stability.
• But as Francisco's kisses became more fervent, Hazel felt the rising tide of desire threatening to sweep them both away. Her voice trembled as she tried to regain some control.
• "Francisco, wait," she whispered, her words almost a plea.