A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married

Chapter 83 She Is Mine

He felt bitter.

There was also a bit of guilt in his heart.

In the end, his heart ached. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Maverick's eyes flashed. The mixed feelings surged through him. He didn't conceal them in front of

Everly.

He looked down at Everly in his arms. She was rubbing against his arms. He also wanted her, but he

couldn't.

He knew what she was suffering now. He was willing to suffer it together with her.

Maverick reached out and pinched Everly's chin. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "I won't sleep

with you at this time."

Everly trembled slightly.

She knew what she was longing for. She felt sad and ashamed, but she wanted him so much.

Everly had never encountered such a situation.

However, she could not deny that she wanted to sleep with this man.

She was an adult.

...

She even despairingly thought, "Anyway, it's not my first time. I ask for nothing. I just wanted to sleep

with you."

Everly was not a very bashful woman. If it was Maverick, she was willing.

Didn't he want her?

She felt she was a little drunk. She had been so initiative. Why did he not want her?

Wasn't that why he approached her?

She lost her rationality influenced by the remaining drugs in her body. She hugged Maverick out of

control. She whined and pouted, "Don't you want me?"

Maverick stiffened.

She always said things that would surprise him. He shouldn't come here.

She was thousands of times more enchanting now than when she was drunk.

He sighed, picked her up, and put her on the marble platform on the side. Her clothes had been wet.

Maverick didn't take off her clothes. He turned on the faucet and sprayed the cold water on her body.

His eyes were dark, but his tone was very gentle. He knew his words might be useless, but he still said

word by word, "Not now."

"It's my fault that you are like this. I won't sleep with you. Raise your hand. They are injured. You can't

touch the water."

"I'll help you. Don't move."

However, Everly was not obedient. She was aggrieved and enjoyed being pampered.

She thought in a daze that Maverick would not be angry at her and should give her whatever she

wanted.

No matter what he said, she felt uncomfortable and he had to help her.

She kept seducing Maverick.

Maverick used cold water to cool her down, but Maverick finally realized that it was useless.

He was also soaked and, in a mess, but her face was still flushed and showed no signs of fading.

He took in a deep breath and looked down at Everly in his arms.

She was in a mess, but her watery eyes were so charming that Maverick forgot to breathe. Her white

and tender skin gradually turned red, making him want to swallow it.

He was a little impatient. "Everly, do you know who I am?"

Everly blinked her eyes. Her desire let her forget her body's pain. She reached out and wrapped her

arms around Maverick's neck. She buried her head in his chest and said, "Maverick, you liked touching

me before. Don't you want me?"

Maverick clenched his fist and punched the marble stage.

His knuckles swelled. The pain made him a little clearer, but in the face of Everly's constant seduction,

he couldn't control himself anymore.

He threw away the shower, cupped her face, and kissed her. "Let me tell you now if I want you."

...

Time passed quickly.

Everly felt like that they were floating in the ocean, up and down. It also felt like she suddenly saw

fireworks exploding in the dark.

It felt like this.

She remembered that she slept with a man five years ago. However, she was drunk then and she

didn't remember the details.

In the following five years, she occasionally dreamed of that night, but she never saw his face. After

she returned to the country, she dreamed of that man once again and saw his face. It was Maverick.

It seemed that she had never forgotten those things. At this moment, a strange feeling engulfed her.

Everly could not help but bite Maverick's shoulder tightly.

She thought in a daze that it was seemed to be the same as she felt that night.

...

When Hendrix returned, Everly had fallen asleep.

Maverick had changed his clothes.

He stood on the balcony of the ward and smoked.

He looked lonely. The sleeves of his shirt were slightly rolled up. He held a cigarette with his fingers

and supported himself on the balcony railing. The dim yellow light shined on him. He looked so

handsome and sexy.

"The smoke after sex?" Hendrix thought.

He suddenly realized that he was a little inconsiderate.

His sister was forced to drink those things. Maverick was a man.

Thinking of this, Hendrix was a little annoyed. He walked to the balcony.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Maverick pinched off the cigarette butt and turned around. Hendrix

was standing in front of him. He frowned and said word by word, "I shouldn't leave, right? What did you

do to Everly?"

At such a close distance, Hendrix discovered that there was a scratch on Maverick's chin.

It was scratched by a woman.

He was stunned and then annoyed.

Maverick had changed his clothes and his hair was wet. He had just taken a shower. He must have

slept with Everly.

"What do you think I can do to her?" Maverick sneered, "If it was not me, could you be at ease?"

"Of course not," Hendrix answered. "Although you are sinister sometimes, I believe in you."

Maverick raised his eyebrows, "That's fine. I won't hurt her. She is mine."