Avery only felt that she was floating in the sea, and she still felt hot. Evan's touching made her feel particularly comfortable.
Like instinct, she held his hand and pressed it to her private part.
Evan's mind was going to explode, put her against the cold wall, and kissed her hard.
There was a noise outside the door.
Evan knew it was Charles.
Sure enough, Charles was stopped by Robert, "Mr. Meyer, Mr. Howel is taking a bath."
"I come to find my wife," Charles said harshly.
"You are looking for her? How could the princess be in Mr. Howel's room on such a special day?" Robert insisted.
"Shut up, and I must go in and have a look today!" Charles was going to kick the door, but there was a muffled groan in the bathroom.
It didn't sound like an uncomfortable cry, but a kind of satisfaction after joy.
Charles' face darkened, and an evil idea flashed through his mind.
