Chapter 142 The Text Message

• That night, Gillian Wesley slept very soundly. She did not even have any dream, which was a rare occasion.
• Suddenly, a familiar fragrance and a man’s unique, warm breath drifted into her nasal cavity in an instant.
• She opened her eyes abruptly and a magnified handsome face appeared in her sight. She moved her gaze down and found that she was held in a firm embrace. A powerful arm crossed her waist, and a large, gentle palm rested on her back.