Chapter 95: He Also Didn't Sleep, I Didn't Mean It.

Ulysses took the pen and solemnly signed his name on the contract. He pressed his thumb on the ink-stained finger of Falcona, using the remaining color to leave his own thumbprint. While she was still focused on this darn contract, he impatiently snatched the paper away and tossed it aside, then carried her back to the bedroom. Right now, she smelled entirely of her own bath products, mixed with her natural scent, which made her irresistibly tempting. He was about to lose it with her wriggling in his arms! But as he placed her on the bed, he sensed her stiffness and the forced smile she put on. Those smiles were glaringly fake, immediately killing any interest he had in her. Under her nervous gaze, he went to the other side of the bed and began to undress. Falcona felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. Just yesterday, and even this morning, she recoiled from his touch. How come when it came down to it, she still felt a faint anticipation? Seeing Ulys