Ch-191
Cedric felt like his brain was going to explode at any moment. Does she know what she was doing? Or did she think that he was really asleep?
He was asleep… indeed. But… that was acting though. How he wished he was 'awake'. His hands, tongue, and his little brother along with every nerve of his body wanted to ravish the beauty in front of him. But all he could do was… freaking sleep! He was a healthy man! Okay!? But he couldn't do the things that a healthy man could do! Shit!
Can his life be any worse?
He cursed his bad fate and groaned. And for his relief, Eleanor left the room wrapping the towel. Even though he was glad that she didn't continue his torture, but he was disappointed at some point.
He saw Eleanor returning from the closet wearing the pajamas. Her pajamas were handpicked by Cedric. For the sake of his eye feast, he picked a kind of clothes that could entice his eyes. And he could see that she didn't wear a bra! Man!
