Chapter 132 Kfc Bucket

• On the private jet, my mood remained sombre. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, yearning to forget what had transpired in the hotel room. However, each time I blinked, Andrés haunted my thoughts. I could feel the warmth of his intense kiss on my lips and recall his deft actions.
• My guilt intensified, knowing that I had reciprocated his advances. Seated beside me, Paul offered his support in an attempt to bring a smile to my face, pledging to do whatever it took to restore my cheerfulness.
• Thoughts of Bronze Creek crossed my mind, but I knew he would reject the request. Remaining aloof, I eventually turned to him and inquired, "Are we returning to Kisqui?" He nodded without hesitation.