Chloe Grant tried hard to hold back her tears, but she couldn't control them.
"Matthew Morgan."
She called his name.
At this moment, all the heartache, understanding, comprehension... all these emotions could not be expressed, leaving only the calling of the name, "Matthew Morgan."
She suddenly got up, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed him proactively.
This kiss was the source of a raging fire; once ignited, it was uncontrollable.
Besides, the two of them were already in love.
Every day they met, they wanted to embrace, to kiss, to possess each other, but they kept holding back.
Matthew Morgan reached out and clasped Chloe Grant's waist, turned around, and directly pressed her onto the large bed next to them.
He propped himself up with one hand, looking at the person beneath him.
The fresh scent after her bath danced around his nose; the light fragrance was like the most potent potion, making him completely lose his bearings.
