Sweet Sexy Lover

Enrique didn't answer her and stretched out his hand to press her little head into his embrace, forceful but gentle.

"If you are tired, just sleep for a while."

His low and charming voice was so gentle that Christy's eyes turned red as soon as she heard his words, and she felt warm in her heart. His appearance just now was like God coming.

She put her red and swollen little face into his chest, with two hands gripping tightly his shirt, sobbing with tears flowing down.

She was crying for herself.

Crying for her unworthiness and for her blind eyes.

Hearing her crying, Clifton, who was driving, frowned and sighed deeply.

Enrique moved his arms to hug her more tightly, and a trace of danger flashed by in his dark eyes as if he had made some decision.

Christy fell asleep while crying in his embrace.

Clifton answered a phone call on the way. After consulting Enrique, he drove the car to the LN Royal Hotel.

It was almost eleven o'clock when they got out of the car.

When he held Christy into the magnificent hotel lobby, the hotel manager, reception personnel and waiters immediately came over respectfully.

The manager was more serious and respectful, "Mr. Terrell."

Enrique ignored them, but held Christy into the exclusive elevator in quick steps and went directly to the Top President Suite.

The suite on the top floor was exclusive for him, with one master bedroom, three secondary bedrooms, living room, bar counter, kitchen, study, gym, separate oversized cloakroom, swimming pool, hanging garden and large terrace, etc.

The door of the suite was with a biometric access control system. Enrique held Christy and stood there for a few seconds and then the door opened.

When he was about to walk in, Boone's voice came from behind.

"Mr. Terrell, should we continue to find the girl eight years ago?"

"Boone, you are talking nonsense! We must continue to find her. Right? Mr. ..."

"Prepare ginger, cold medicine and trauma medicine box." After speaking in a deep voice, Enrique held Christy into the luxurious President Suite. "Yes, sir." Clifton replied and then turned sideways to look at Boone with narrowed eyes, "What do you mean by asking Mr. Terrell about that?"

Boone glanced at Clifton indifferently, "Nothing."

Clifton stared at him with hatred and said carelessly, "Fine, do you think I really don't know what you mean? You think Mr. Terrell treats Miss Lauren too specially, no?"

He paused and continued, "Although Mr. Terrell always wants to find the girl named Cathy eight years ago, ..."

Boone stopped him, "But you have to prepare medicine now."

In the master bedroom, Enrique put Christy on the soft bed and went to the kitchen after adjusting the temperature in the bedroom to a suitable level.

When Christy woke up, Enrique was applying medicine to her bruised arm.

The medicine was cold, penetrating into the wound, a bit stinging.

She frowned, looking at the man who was applying medicine for her carefully. She managed to let out the hoarse voice from her dry and thirsty throat after she tried twice to move her lips, "Where is it?" "In the bedroom." Enrique didn't look up at her, but kept his dark and deep eyes on her wound.

Christy twitched her lips, "I'm asking... what is this place?"

"Place to sleep."

"..." Looking at Enrique, Christy took a deep breath and asked in another way, "Why did you help me? We have no relationship, no?"

"We have had a relationship." Enrique raised his lips faintly, moved his long and big hands away from her arm, and put them on her slender and fair legs.

"What?" Christy was so shocked that she opened widely her eyes, and her ears turned red, "What are you talking about?"

Glancing at her who was a little excited, Enrique curved his lips and said faintly, "You think too much. I mean the relationship of seeing naked and being seen naked."

"..." Christy had nothing to say again. She closed her mouth and stopped asking.

Enrique gripped her fair foot with one big palm, and rubbed her calf with the other. His palm was hot and the medicine was cold. This kind of stimulation of ice and fire produced a special feeling. Christy became uneasy, feeling that Enrique seemed to be touching her with his whole hot palm put on her calf to apply the medicine.000