Chapter 467

Dinner continued, but Taylor began to feel something strange stirring inside him. His body felt off, and his mind started flooding with memories—vivid images of him and Natalie tangled together in bed. He remembered the passion and the intensity of their time together. He remembered how much he loved her face, her delicate waist that fit perfectly in his hands, and her long, pale legs wrapped around him. The thirst in his throat grew unbearable. Summer kept pouring him more wine, her eyes full of anticipation. Taylor gripped his wine glass tightly and turned to her. "Is there somewhere in this hotel where I can rest? I'm not feeling well." Her heart raced with excitement, but she tried to remain calm. "Yes, of course. There's a room." "Summer, why don't you take my brother to rest?" Emily chimed in, playing along. "Okay." Summer eagerly helped Taylor to his feet. "Wait!" Winston suddenly spoke up. Emily glanced at him, puzzled. "Dad, what's wrong?" Winsto