Chapter 821

Wilson's thoughts grew dark as he glanced at Yvette, his gaze unwavering and full of quiet intensity. His deep, magnetic voice, tinged with a hint of grievance, made it almost impossible not to feel a pang of sympathy for him. He hadn't aged enough to be called old, but his presence was so strong, and his mature charm so pronounced that it led to this misunderstanding. Yvette, feeling somewhat playful, pursed her lips and mischievously blinked. "Maybe just a little old... Otherwise, why would you be mistaken as my father—" Before she could finish, the hand around her waist tightened, and Wilson whispered in her ear, "Baby, do you need me to teach you a lesson?" Remembering the marks he had left on her from the previous night, Yvette blinked her eyes and nervously wrapped her arms around his neck. Wilson responded by pulling her into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her soft earlobe. His deep, sensual voice reverberated through her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Baby, yo