Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte)

Chapter 236

Yale had downed too much alcohol, and the dim room lights and his own instincts kept him on the edge of consciousness, his eyes refusing to open.

In his haze, he felt the gentle touch of cool hands lifting him onto a soft surface. The chill from the water cup tingled his senses, and then the water began to trickle into his mouth.

Parched, he gulped down the water eagerly, following the gentle motions of the girl feeding him, until the cup was empty. She took the cup away, asking. with a caring tone, "Want more? I can get you some." "No more," he mumbled, frowning slightly.

That voice-why did it sound so familiar?

Roslyn's heart raced as she held Yale, who was utterly defenseless in her arms. He was drunk, and it was the perfect chance.

'Roslyn, you love him, don't you? Even if you can't win his heart, having him just this once would be enough, right?' Roslyn asked herself.

The thought was so bold it scared her. She was going mad, driven by her love for him!

If she could just be with him, even for a single night, she would pay any price.

Roslyn was always bold in thought and action. Her hands shook as she reached for Yale's shirt, undoing each button with care.

For the first time, she saw the perfection of Yale's abs, and her breath caught in her throat.

Roslyn could not help but drool over the chiseled and fluid lines of his physique. It was a sight even she, a veteran of the glitzy entertainment world, found breathtaking.

Her taste was impeccable. The man was not just dependable; he was the whole package!

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The thought of finally getting close to the one she had been dreaming about sent shivers of anticipation down to Roslyn's fingertips.

All of a sudden, the man fought to regain his senses, and his eyes snapped

open.

"Roslyn?" His voice, roughened by alcohol, made each word sound like i I was being scraped from deep within his throat.

At that moment, Roslyn froze, and Yale's face turned to ice. He seized her wrist, flipped over in one smooth move, and pinned her down.

"Do you realize what you're doing?"

He was a military man, trained to endure far more than the average person.

-If it were not for his training, she would have already...

The thought made Yale's gaze harden as he looked down at Roslyn, his chest filled with fury at her recklessness.

He released her slender wrist and sat up.

"I... I want this!" Roslyn blurted out, seizing the moment while Yale was too flustered to pay her any attention, and her shimmering red lips made a beeline for his. She was determined to kiss Yale.

She refused to believe that a drunk man could resist her, especially when she was offering herself to him, soft and inviting.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Yale turned his head, and her passionate kiss landed on his cheek instead.

With a surge of strength, Roslyn, intent on having her way, found herself pushed back onto the couch.