Chapter 416

"Alright, just once." Samuel's lips curled into a smile. "Whatever my honey says, goes." … By the time it was over, night had fallen. Shelmaine realized "once" wasn't about a single instance—it was about duration. Half an hour counted as once, an hour counted as once, and apparently, so did two hours. She was speechless but helpless against him. He had her entirely under his thumb. Afterward, Samuel carried her to the bathroom to clean up. Her hair had grown longer, and she leaned lazily against him, completely drained. Since she had free labor, she decided to let him handle it without resistance. Samuel brushed her hair aside, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Honey, you're beautiful." Shelmaine responded with a cold snort, refusing to entertain him. "Honey, even your cold snorts are beautiful. I love it—it's so unique." Shelmaine was speechless. Samuel kissed her again, but it was brief this time. He pulled back with a gentle smile. "Honey, you're truly stunning. Let's have a