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Halsey’s legs wobbled, and although her arms were still wrapped around Dwight’s neck, her delicate body went soft against his chest.
Dwight’s arms tightened around her slender waist. He lifted her and pressed her gently against him,
Halsey’s face turned bright red as she pushed him away.
Their lips parted, and Dwight looked at her, her lips glistening from the kiss. In a low voice, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Halsey’s big, watery eyes flickered nervously, and she quickly glanced at his pants. “You’re pressing against me.” Dwight froze, unsure of what to say.
Halsey, to her surprise, noticed a faint blush spreading across his face. She never expected someone as stoic and cold as him to blush
She smiled mischievously. “Are you blushing?”
“I’m not,” he replied quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“You’re definitely blushing!” she teased, reaching out as if to touch his cheek.
Dwight moved back slightly. “Stop messing around.”
Halsey leaned in close to his ear, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. “Do you want me to help you like last time?
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Dwight’s mind immediately flashed back to the last time–they were in his room, on his bed, and she had insisted on watching the video with him. Then…
Now she was asking him if he wanted her help again?
He almost wanted to refuse, but then he looked into her eyes. Those large, beautiful eyes that glistened with innocence and mischief. Before he could respond, she had already pressed herself closer.
“Halsey…” he said her name softly.
She felt a wave of shyness, but she was determined. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him, teasing, “Yeah?”
Her small hands wandered down his chest.
Halsey liked seeing him like this–seeing the usually cold and serious Dwight, now looking disheveled, his eyes red–rimmed as he gasped for breath, his will nearly broken by her touch.
She controlled him, and it was exhilarating.
Only she had seen this side of him. Every time it happened, she felt a thrill of warmth inside.
She was in love with Dwight.
“Do you have feelings for me?” Halsey asked softly.
They were standing in a dimly lit hallway, with no one around. Dwight held her close, his handsome face buried in her long hair.
She was asking Dwight whether he had feelings for her.
His breath was uneven, and after a long pause, he murmur la soft hum.
Halsey pressed on, “Is that a yes or a no?”
Dwight was growing frustrated with the teasing, the sound of her voice driving him wild. He couldn’t take it anymore. Without another word, he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, cutting off her chatter.
Outside, Cyril had finished his business and was now looking for Halsey. After searching around, he couldn’t find her.
“Bebe? Bebe?”
There was no response.
Cyril turned to his subordinate. “Have you seen Halsey?”
His subordinate shook his head. “No, sir.”
Cyril furrowed his brow in confusion. Where had Halsey gone off to?
“Bebe? Bebe?” he called again, but still, there was no answer.
Growing worried, Cyril decided to send his men out in different directions to search.
Just then, Halsey’s voice rang out from behind him. “I’m here, Dad.”
Cyril turned around to find Dwight and Halsey walking toward him.
Dwight had returned to his usual cold demeanor, looking as stoic and emotionless as ever, though there was still a hint of redness around his eyes.
Halsey, too, had not fully recovered from the flush on her face. Her beautiful almond–shaped eyes still held a hint of nervousness.
Cyril frowned. “Where have you been?”
Halsey, feeling guilty, stammered, “I–I was just talking with Dwight for a bit.”
Cyril’s gaze shifted to Dwight. “Hey, Dwight.”
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