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Six years 9

Six years 9

I came back to my senses and pulled Adrian towards the office with big strides. 

Along the 

way, whenever we encountered people, I couldn’t help but want to bury my 

head in my collar. 

Adrian silently followed behind me, his gaze dimming inch by inch with my evasiveness. 

Until I pushed open the office door. 

Adrian let out a low, gasping breath, the taut string in his eyes completely snapping as he 

grabbed my wrist. 

I let out a surprised cry, forcefully pulled into his arms and heavily pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window. 

My face pressed tightly against the cold floor-to-ceiling window. 

My back pressed tightly against Adrian’s scorching, firm chest. 

My back pressed tightly against Adrian’s scorching, firm chest. 

Caught between ice and fire, the feeling left me hanging, unable to go up or down, and I bit my lower lip uncomfortably. 

“Adrian, you…!” 

Sixty-seven floors high. 

There was thunder outside. 

Lightning seemed to explode right before my eyes. 

The next second. 

A subtle sensation suddenly came from my lower back. 

It was Adrian using his teeth to grip the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down. 

The sound of the metal zipper separating was particularly clear in the quiet office. 

Adrian’s cold palm slid in along my waist, greedily covering the sensitive area. 

It made me shudder all over. 

My toes curled and then stretched out. 

The heel of my high heel unconsciously ground over his leather shoe. 

Adrian changed from squatting to kneeling, kneeling behind me, extremely anxiously pecking at my lower back, his voice obsessive and frantic. 

“You’re five years younger than me, it’s normal to be tempted by the flowers and applause of the outside world at your young age.” 

“I’ve said before, no matter how you play around outside, how you fool around, I will tolerate it all, whatever mistakes you make, I will forgive you…” 

“Because I know, it must be those shameless bastards seducing you, you just lost your 

head for a moment, you will eventually return to our family.” 

“Even if you have thoughts of divorce, it must be their instigation, those little brats, I will make time to deal with them properly, and then put everything back on track…” 

At this moment, another bolt of lightning struck outside the window. 

The terrifying possessiveness in his eyes was instantly illuminated, as he murmured in a 

low voice. 

“But you shouldn’t have really mentioned divorce, casually mentioning divorce, even if I can be tolerant, Olivia, you should be punished a little.” 

Six years

Six years

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