Cade knew at once that he had said the wrong thing, and as Mrs. Carson pursed his lips and tried to turn away, he did the right thing—he threw himself over, folded his arms, and held her tightly in his arms.

She struggled and kicked quietly and angrily in his arms, he didn't waver in the slightest, just lowered his head and gently bit her neck, shoulders, and breasts, sucking her scent, he could feel himself swelling to the limit, he pressed against her, so that she could also feel the heavy heat.

It had been twenty years since he had gone from a boy to a man, but there was only one woman who could plunge him so madly into the whirlpool of **, he saw her at the wedding, she was the bride, his sister-in-law, and he had a dry mouth and almost fainted as her wide, white skirt brushed his shoes; John. When Carson and her went on their honeymoon, he was like a beast in a cage, pacing back and forth day and night, with a white face and a haggard look, and every moment he thought about how to defeat his brother, drive him away, tear him apart, and take from him what rightfully belonged to him.

He vividly remembered the first time they kissed, hugged and made love—they were having fun in the pouring rain—and he kissed every inch of her skin, the cold skin quickly becoming hot, and from her body emanated a natural fragrance, like a peony, like a musk, he almost choked with it, his palms held her slender waist like a crown, his fingertips against her vertebrae, he sank deep into her, her abdominal muscles tensed, his fingers digging deep into the black mudThe rain bloomed in sparkling wedges on her body - all the while keeping her eyes closed, biting her lip and looking pained.

At that time, his brother, John. Carson is in the warm waters of the South Pacific Ocean observing the strange way of making /// love.

When Mrs. Carson opened her eyes, it was already noon the next day, and her body was still a little numb in some places, and when she went to the bathroom, she found that she was bleeding, but she couldn't care so much, and since that incident, she hadn't let Chiz go so long. Carson was left alone.

Cayde wanted to send her off and go to see Chizz by the way, but she politely refused, knowing that Chizz didn't like this uncle.

She drove back to the lake villa alone, where it was quiet, and the servant greeted her and whispered to her.

"Daddy?"

Sit in Chiz. The old man at Carson's bedside turned around, his face solemn, and he held Chiz. Carson's hand, with his other hand raised to his lips, made a "silence" gesture.

He cautiously withdrew his palm from Chitz's hand, tucked the girl's hand back into the warm blanket, stood up, and walked out of the room, Mrs. Carson following him.

She didn't dare to get too close to her father, she came out in too haste, she simply took a shower, without the cover of perfume, she didn't know if his keen sense of smell would catch any unpleasant smell.

They sat down separately in the parlor, and the servant brought tea.

Mrs. Carson, who had been hungry on the way here, did not feel hungry at all now, and sat opposite her father in trepidation, with her palms on her knees, like an underage girl who had been caught in the night.

Her father glanced at her, and he had long lost hope for this daughter, but more than twenty years ago, he had been determined that he could never have children of his own again, and she was his only bloodline.

Mrs. Carson noticed that her father was dressed rather carefully today, a black wool coat, dark gray striped trousers of the same texture, white pocket scarves in the traditional straight line folded style, a small collar, a white shirt with decorative folds, a light gray satin waistcoat, black lace-up winged oxfords, black socks—he must have just returned from a horse race, and drove straight to see his granddaughter.

"I didn't have anything important here," her father said coldly, without asking where she had been last night or blaming her for not staying with his daughter: "I just came to see Chiz, and, in July, I wanted to take her out for a walk."

"But the doctor said ......"

The old man waved his hand tiredly and interrupted his daughter's words: "You don't know what Chiz really needs," he said sternly: "In July, you also go with you, get ready, I will let my assistant inform you of the specific time and place."

"That's all." "I have a meeting yet," he said.

He hesitated for a few seconds as he left, but still kissed his daughter on the forehead: "Take care of the curiosity," he said, "Goodbye."

ps:

Tomorrow morning to make up for it.

((One second to remember)