Chapter 772 Temporarily Forgetting Grudges
Emelie’s mind was foggy, leaving her unable to recall how she and William had ended up at Sunnington Hill.
Beep, beep, beep.
The door unlocked after the password was entered. They had completely isolated themselves from the outside world.
They didn’t turn on the lights. Only the neon glow from outside seeped through the curtains, which had not been fully drawn.
The neon lights painted the room in vibrant shades of red, green, and other brilliant colors. It was like a spectacular fireworks display in the square from that memorable night several years ago.
Emelie was pressed against the door by William, his kisses trailing down her neck. Despite a vague sense that they shouldn’t be doing this and wondering what right William had to kiss her, Emelie couldn’t bring herself to push him away.
Their coat, sweater, shirt, and long dress lay scattered on the floor, taking advantage of their drunken state to temporarily forget their grudges.
Eventually, they fell onto the bed. Their bodies were warm, and their breaths heated. There was a pillow below Emelie’s waist, and her ankles were firmly grasped.
For a moment, Emelie thought William had left her. Yet, almost immediately, his presence enveloped her once
more.
A brief cry pierced the air in the room.
Emelie propped herself on the mattress with her elbows, lifting up her upper body.
She saw William’s dark, short hair.
This wasn’t the first time William had eaten her out. During their brief reconciliation three years prior, they had explored many things in their relationship.
Emelie began to sweat even more. Her feet pressed against his shoulders, she felt utterly dazed and finally went over the edge.
William sensed her increasingly erratic breathing and raised his head to kiss her, but she immediately turned her face to avoid him.
He chuckled softly. “Are you still embarrassed?”
Emelie glared at him.
In this context, her “rejection” lacked any conviction. Instead, it came across more of a shy reproach. It was endearing
William reached for a glass of water on the nightstand and gazed into her eyes. Although the lights were still off, his eyes gleamed with a soft light, like a lighthouse guiding ships through the darkness.
Emelie was so shocked that she forgot to evade William when he kissed her lips once more. The kiss was accompanied by the sound of liquid.
When they finally pulled apart, Emelie felt very thirsty. The numerous kisses had left her parched.
William tucked her sweaty hair behind her ear, and Emelie grabbed his glass of water, which was half full. She took a sip.
The water, likely from the previous night, was cold. As it traveled down her throat and into her stomach, it brought her a refreshing coolness.
William rummaged through the nightstand but didn’t find what he needed. It was then when he realized that he wasn’t in Eastbay. He had never brought any women to Sunnington Hill, so he didn’t have condoms here.
The glass of water and the brief pause allowed Emelie, who had been taken over by drunkenness and desire, to
regain some clarity.
She realized something was terribly amiss. Even though she was intoxicated, she shouldn’t be this defenseless.
She had only experienced this level of helplessness once before in her entire life. That was back in Wimstour City when she had been drugged and found herself in a storage room with William.
Everything fell into place.
Emelie’s anger flared, her rage replacing her previous desire. She grabbed William’s shoulders so tightly that her nails dug into them.
She said with gritted teeth, ‘You’re despicable!”
“What?” William was puzzled.
“You drugged me!” Emelie said.
William furrowed his brow in confusion before realization dawned on him.
So that was the reason. His unusual behavior was due to this.
He lowered his head and murmured softly, ‘I didn’t drug you. I was drugged as well.’ Emelie didn’t believe him. “If it wasn’t you, then who? Stop kissing me!”