"Paradise on Earth" is a famous pleasure spot in Norwich city, where those who come to seek merry and entertainment are either rich or noble.
At this moment, a woman dressed in a light pink sundress, with a complexion as white as snow, an abnormal flush on her face, rushes out of the private room in a jumbled pace. She runs into a man and grabs hold of him.
"Please, save me."
Eleanor feels like her body is burning up. Her almond-shaped eyes look muddled as she gazes at the man in front of her, her body overheating, only the vague coolness emanating from this man has the ability to soothe her discomfort.
She is not the naive and innocent kind, naturally, she understands her current situation resembles that of being drugged.
However, she truly feels unbearable, as if she's being set on fire.
"You feel so good."
Face, no bigger than a palm, pressed tightly against the man's suit fabric, unintentionally rubbing against it.
Richard, watching the girl rubbing against him like a kitten, a fleeting brilliance crossed his narrow, phoenix-like eyes.
"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
The corners of Richard's lips slightly hooked, a mocking glint in his eyes. The cool voice above her couldn’t be heard clearly by Eleanor, but she was still groaning unconsciously and her hands involuntarily clinging to his clothes, desperately seeking every inch of him.
Not enough, still not enough. She needs more.
He has seen too many women like this.
With a "click," the woman's hand has somehow unbuttoned his belt buckle, without fear for her life, her hand reaches down even further.
"Damn it!"
Richard held the woman's villainous hand on him, his gaze suddenly deepened, cursing under his breath.
Because the woman's completely disorderly and immature movements just now had kindled in his heart an indescribable feeling, as if she had seduced him.
Richard held the woman, almost turning around and leaving.
"Sir Richard, about that…"You deal with this matter."
Oliver, who had witnessed everything, was sweating profusely. He wanted to let Sir Richard know that there were some matters related to their partnership needed his personal negotiation, but Sir Richard stopped him before he could finish speaking.
But that woman really had quite the guts, brazenly trying to hook Sir Richard like that.
"Please," Eleanor was entirely incoherent, speaking purely on instinct. She flexed her hand, tearing her already loose, light-pink dress.
Looking at the girl's immaculate, exquisite form, the gaze of Richard grew darker; the stirring flame in his body rendered him almost irrational, and in the next moment, he closed in on her intensively.