Chapter 515 A Deadline

• Lenora was left breathless, and her lips were a lush red, reminiscent of cherries after a rain shower. “Aren't you going to stand back up?”
• “Nora, I won't pressure you. I can give you time to adjust, but everything must have a deadline,” Zachary said, lifting his head. His dark eyes were burning as they gazed at her, a look of determination that couldn't be ignored. His large hand slowly caressed her waist. The warmth from his touch was almost scorching.
• The sensation around Lenora's waist seemed to amplify several times over, drawing all of her attention involuntarily. It left her restless, unable to sit or stand comfortably.