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Chapter 115
Chapter 115
On the balcony of the master bedroom, nestled atop the second floor of their cozy suburban villa, Gwendolyn and Howard lounged leisurely in the garden swing chair. It was a serene night, with a warm breeze under the sparsely star lit sky.
On the small white round table between them, a bottle of tincture sat, catching the moonlight’s glint. Gwendolyn poured a glass and offered it to Howard with a smile, saying. “Try this, it’s Exotic Herbal Liquor.”
Exotic Herbal Liquor was a concoction made with a blend of herbs, designed to nourish vitality and improve digestion. They had made a pact back in their countryside getaway to share this wine upon return to Bayridge City
Tonight was the perfect occasion for celebration.
Howard took the glass and drank deeply. After a moment of contemplation, he said, “This is different from the Exotic Herbal Liquor I’ve had before. Did you tweak the recipe?”
“Did I?” Gwendolyn seemed puzzled, pouring herself a glass to taste. There was a faint. briny tang to it.
She wasn’t too experienced with these things and suggested, “Maybe it’s been steeped for too long. Mr. Chadwick, perhaps drink less of it. Aged spirits can be potent.”
“No matter,” Howard replied lazily, reclining in the elongated garden chair.
He downed two more glasses, his usually impassive face now flushed with a touch of red, exuding an air of restrained nobility.
Gwendolyn was momentarily entranced by the sight.
Turning to her, Howard noted her swollen eyes, reminiscent of walnuts, and chuckled, “Why did you cry along with them earlier?”
“I cried because I was happy,” she answered,
“Why?” he probed.
Sitting close beside him, her voice was soft, “Because you’ve shown me that good deeds. do get rewarded.”
Unable to resist, Howard reached out, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Gwendolyn, don’t label me the ‘good guy,” he said in a husky voice.
She nuzzled his hand, whispering, “Why not?”
“Because I might… not want to be the good guy anymore,” he admitted.
Gwendolyn looked up into his eyes, seeing her reflection in them. Her heart ignited with a sudden fervor, sending a rush of heat throughout her body.
The silence that followed seemed to stretch on. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
She tried to shift away, but the swing chair creaked in protest. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his knowing and faint gaze.
“Dr. Quigley, what did you add to the wine?” he asked, more boldly than usual, his voice now a hoarse whisper.
She knew that burning sensation all too well.
Howard was a man of acute senses.
Something was off about the wine.
“I didn’t add anything,” Gwendolyn replied, genuinely confused.
The night wind carried a feverish heat, making her palms sweat despite the coolness of her strapless gown.
Suddenly, Howard leaned toward her. The chains of the swing clinked, and Gwendolyn found herself lying back against the cool metal.
She shivered involuntarily.
Howard removed his jacket, cushioning her back with it.
“Is it still cold?” he asked, looking down at her.
Gwendolyn bit her lip, shaking her head.
She was burning up, her eyes misty as they met his.
One hand braced beside her, he began to leisurely unbutton his crisp white shirt.
“Mr. Chadwick!” Gwendolyn couldn’t help but speak up, “What are you doing?”
“I want you to think hard about what you might have mixed in there.”
His kiss was punishing, his hot breath searing her skin.
Gwendolyn gasped in pain, her body reacting in strange new ways. She found herself wanting him to go further.
His kiss left her breathless.
Feeling his hand stroking her body, the heat more intense than ever, she wanted to strip away her inhibitions.
The shame and the uncontrollable thoughts whirling through her mind, made Gwendolyn tense up. Her thoughts were a muddle until she grasped a clear thread, “It’s deer’s blood…” she murmured.
That briny taste was deer’s blood!
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No wonder Jeannie had given her that meaningful look before leaving.