Chapter 121 The Request

At a crossroads, the car was forced to stop. Surprisingly, Cordelia moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat. She rubbed her face against Benedict's, her soft hands roaming freely over his body... Benedict drove the car to a secluded spot, the black vehicle blending into the night. He looked into Cordelia's delicate face, her clear eyes filled with desire, both captivating and deeply moving. "Cordelia, you..." Before Benedict could finish his sentence, Cordelia's lips were already pressing against his. She was like an irrational kitten, wanting to take a bite out of everything she caught. Rough gasps mingled with Cordelia's whimpers filled the entire car. The morning light illuminated the car, the front seats empty, while the back seats remained in shadow, still shrouded in darkness. When Cordelia woke up, she felt sore all over, her memory slowly returning as last night's shy scenes seemed to replay before her eyes. The first two times were initiated by Benedict, but