The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1290
After departing from the Ventropolis Prison, the helicopter headed toward the Ventropolis Airport. Fred and Ava were in a close embrace on the bed, undisturbed by the outside world.
As Ava drew closer, her body convulsed, reaching a peak that left her craving more. She was unable to resist entwining further with Fred.
“Fred, keep going. Now, no one can stop us,” Ava whispered.
She kissed Fred, her arms and chest marked by his affection.
He lifted the woman beneath him, positioned himself on the bed, and allowed her to sit atop him. He suggested, “Take the lead.”
Their intimate moment continued until noon, after which they lay in bed, embracing and drifting to sleep, still physically connected.
By three in the afternoon, Fred awoke. After showering and dressing in a bathrobe, he went to the opposite room and noticed a servant tidying up. The servant, emerging from Mya’s room with her clothes, informed him, “Mr. Turner, Ms. Harper has departed. She’s on a flight now and should reach her destination tomorrow.”
Fred asked, “What are you doing?”
The servant, looking uneasy, explained, “I was just tidying up Ms. Harper’s things to keep the dust away, considering she might be away for a while.”
Fred’s sharp gaze turned to the now- empty room behind the servant. Mya’s belongings, including the usually scattered snacks, were all gone, leaving the room lifeless. He entered, finding no trace of her presence; only the freshener scent lingered.
“Where are her belongings?” Fred demanded.
The servant, catching his glance at the bed, quickly added, “Ms. Harper took her belongings, fearing she wouldn’t sleep well without her dolls. Only some clothes were left behind.”
Fred’s tone was stern. “Who allowed you to touch her things without asking?
The frightened servant realized her mistake and immediately apologized, ” I’m sorry, Mr. Turner. It was wrong of me. I’ll put everything back immediately.”
Ava, emerging from her room without clothes, her legs sticky and shining, asked, “Fred, what’s wrong?”
Seeing the servant’s panic, Ava smirked, understanding the situation. She casually said, “It’s just a small matter. Let it go, Fred. After all, you wanted her to leave. Now we can enjoy our time without interruptions.”
Her breath was warm against Fred’s ear. She whispered, “Don’t be mad, Fred.”
Then, she placed his hand on her chest, eliciting a sultry moan.
