Chapter 395

Oliver couldn't keep his lips still as he began kissing Grace's cheek and gradually moved downward. His hands slid from her shoulders to her waist to untie her robe. "Hazel even wished us to have two kids in three years. I think one is enough." He lightly grazed her neck with his teeth, slowly moving down to her smooth, fair collarbone. He was really gentle, afraid he might hurt Grace with his kisses. Wrapping his arms around her, Oliver picked up Grace, who had been napping all afternoon, and carried her to the bed. ‍ Grace tried to escape but failed. "Darling, your suit buttons are poking me. It hurts." "They won't be poking you for long," Oliver responded. Grace knew exactly why. Soon, the room's lighting became warm and intimate. The blanket had slid off one side of the bed and was lying on the floor. ... Before going to bed, Hazel planned to find Grace and remind her that tomorrow's field investigation required going out for a site visit, and she needed to prepare the re