Chapter 386

The next morning, Shelmaine woke up in Samuel's arms, his hand still firmly resting on her waist, pressing down with a heavy weight. She shifted, trying to free herself, which stirred Samuel from his sleep. "Are you awake?" he mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness. Shelmaine wasn't in the best mood, already irritated by the uncomfortable pressure of his arm that had pinned her all night. "You're crushing me. You're heavy," she muttered. Only then did Samuel move his hand, sitting up slightly to look at her. Her complexion was fair and soft in the morning light, and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her. But Shelmaine's reaction was immediate. She pushed against his shoulders with all her strength. In an instant, he grabbed her wrists, effortlessly pinning them to the pillow. The difference in strength between them was too vast. She couldn't fight back, and he took control entirely. When it was over, her face was flushed with anger. Shelmaine glared at him, furious, while