Chapter 13 Calling Out Another Man's Name

• The mental image was so vivid that even this usually stoic man couldn’t help a faint smile from curving his lips! Truth be told, it wasn’t a bad thought at all. Moments later, he stepped into the bathroom and clicked the lock behind him. Overjoyed, Summer flopped happily onto the spacious bed, rolling around with excitement. Maybe it was the exhaustion from not eating for three days and the strain of the day’s events, but the release of tension quickly lulled her to sleep.
• When Ferdinand emerged from his shower, he noticed her lying there, fast asleep and still fully dressed. Her natural beauty was undeniable, with fine, delicate features and skin as fair as porcelain. For someone who had always kept his distance from women, he’d never found himself observing anyone so closely—yet now, her gentle beauty caught him off guard. Her long, curled lashes rested softly like butterfly wings on her eyelids, casting delicate shadows. And her inviting, rosy lips gleamed temptingly under the light, drawing his gaze. The memory of that previous kiss on her throat surfaced unbidden in his mind.
• Her softness was irresistible, a gentle allure that seemed to pull at his heartstrings, silently beckoning him to steal a kiss. Succumbing to the impulse, Ferdinand leaned in, his cool lips drifting toward hers. Just as he was about to bridge the distance, a single tear unexpectedly slipped from the corner of her eye. "Liar... Lawrence, you’re nothing but a liar…" she murmured in her sleep. Her unexpected words snapped him back to reality, and he pulled away abruptly. He never would have imagined that, in such a moment, she would ruin the mood by whispering another man's name.