Sylvia's breathing was rapid.
The man's kiss was like a spark of fire, passing over her face, neck, and then down, sweeping over her.
Sylvia was as weak and helpless as a kitten, and Arthur's hot hands reached into her pajamas...
"No." Just when Sylvia's consciousness quickly disintegrated and she was on the verge of the abyss, her powerful reason suddenly woke her up. She saw a pair of red eyes filled with hope.
This man would do this!
The children are still there!
She pushed him hard and backed away.
Looking around, fortunately, the children are long gone!
"How could you do this to me?" She asked angrily.
Arthur licked his lips, still not finished, and said in a hoarse voice. "What's wrong?"
He had known that the children were gone.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me? It's too much." A man who called another woman's name kissed her, but she didn't beat him up. Did she forget that?
"Oh, that, I know now." Arthur replied calmly with a smirk on his lips.
"What the hell... how shameless." Sylvia gritted her teeth and cursed, turned around and ran out.
Arthur raised the corners of his lips slightly, sucked on his sleeping shoes and leisurely went to the bedroom to sleep.
This night, Sylvia couldn't sleep.
The children were sleeping on Chris's bed, while she was lying on Hendrick's bed, rolling over and over. Her mind was filled with images of Arthur kissing her. The familiar scent of his lips and tongue kept attacking her, making her brain become more and more complicated. She was excited, and the name he called 'Amihan' was more like a devil, which frightened her.
At some point, she fell asleep in a daze, but her ears were filled with roaring noises and the weightless pain of being thrown into the night sky.
So much so that when she woke up in the morning, the blood all over her body was cold.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Sylvia was busy in the office. Suddenly, a flower girl came in and brought her a large bouquet of delicate roses.
She felt very strange.
"Who sent the flowers?"
The flower girl shook her head and smiled: "The customer does not want to be named."
Holy sh*t!
Sylvia squinted her eyes and quickly looked at the flower sign, only to see a blessing written on it, but no signature.
Strange, who would send her flowers out of nowhere?
She tilted her head and thought for a moment. The devilish face of that bastard Arthur automatically popped into her mind, making her shiver with fear.
She immediately returned the flowers.

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