GoodNovelChapter 660
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INCREASE MY PENSION! KATHERINE We ran first to where Elliot had left part of his clotheshe needed to change.
Damn mosquitoes, he muttered, scratching all over, his skin glistening with sweat and the water dripping from
his hair.
But now he was also covered in scratches from the branches and bug bites.
He bent down to put on his pants, givingan unfiltered view of his rock -hard ass, completely unbothered.
Icouldnt help myselfthis whole crazy situation had madelose a screw.
| stepped closer and, before | could even think about what | was doing, | gave his ass a firm slap, even daring to
grope it a little.
Then | froze, yanking my hand back awkwardly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI mean, how much familiarity did | think | had with Elliot to act like that?! There wasthere was a mosquito.
| just wanted to help, Istammered, avoiding his questioning gaze as he turned around, his pants still halfway
down his thighs as he yanked them up.
Uh-huh, a mosquito, sure, he said, his amused tone unmistakable.
llooked away, clasping my tingling, guilty hands behind me.
Tonight, | had gone from rage to laughter, to combustion and back to normal again.
Who would have thought a high-society party could lead to all this? ---- Baby, | know!m irresistible, but lets wait
until were in the bedroom, and then you can gropeall you want, he whispered playfully in my ear, sending a
shiver down my spine.
Keep dreaming, arrogant Duke.
Hmph! | shot back, lifting my chin with dignity before walking toward where | had left my things, which wasnt too
far away.
Theard his low chuckle behindand then felt the weight of his cloak settling over my shoulders.
I pulled it closed at the front, since my dress was still a bit too revealing.
His delicious scent clung to the fabric, makingsigh, still reveling in the memory of that husband-stealing
bitchs face.
Here they are, just letgrab them, | said, leaning over the hollow tree stump.
| scooped up the bundle of clothes without much thought, but suddenly, something slipped from a pocket and
fell onto the grass.
| immediately remembered what it was.
Pll get it, dont worry | started to bend down, but Elliot was faster, picking up the fake necklace in his hand.
The sight of it sent a sharp pang of anger through my chest, but | was being ridiculous, getting mad over one of
Rossellas stupid choices.
What the hell was she thinking, having a fake copy made of a pendant Elliot had given to his mistress? She had
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmzero self-respect.
J didnt buy that necklace for Brenda, he said, his voice serious, his fingers tightening around it.
One day we went out, | remember she saw a display at a jewelry store and liked it.
She asked for the money to have it made, and | gave it to her.
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