CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 452: PUT ME DOWN

Chantelle opened the door and walked straight to the bookcase. The moment she pulled open a drawer, she felt someone approaching. She quickly grabbed a picture frame from the table and threw it toward the person.

The person caught the frame easily. Chantelle rushed toward the door to turn on the light.

There was no doubt that this person was stronger than her. He caught the frame, braced his hand on the desk, jumped over it, and landed right in front of her.

Then, with one arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and held her tightly against his chest.

Chantelle caught a familiar scent and knew who it was immediately.

While she was still stunned, the man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Chantelle couldn’t pull away from him. His soft lips were too tempting. After a gentle tangle, the growing heat completely drowned out her reason. In the darkness, every sensation felt stronger, and she could only give in to it.

A low, seductive laugh sounded by her ear. Then, a large hand took hers and guided it to rest on his throbbing Adam’s apple.

In Chantelle’s mind, it felt like something burst inside her. The defenses she had forced upon herself finally collapsed. She nearly lost all self-control.

The eager hand on her waist moved slowly upward, inch by inch, setting her whole upper body on fire.

"Mmm..." A soft sound slipped from Chantelle’s lips.

The man seemed to take that as a cue. He lifted her onto the desk. He took her hand from his throat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Chantelle’s face became even hotter as she remembered how she had once joked about wanting to feel his muscles under his shirt. She was already at her limit. She turned her head away from his kiss and released her frustration with a gentle bite on Daniel’s Adam’s apple.

A low groan came from him. Then, close to her ear, he whispered, "Siren."

He spoke in a deep, hoarse voice that was far more seductive than those fake husky voices in videos.

Chantelle asked in a teasing tone, "If I’m a siren, then what are you? A seaman?"

She leaned against Daniel with her clothes half-open. Under the moonlight, her fair skin and graceful figure looked both pure and alluring.

As he unzipped the back of her dress, Daniel chuckled, "It seems the siren wants to prey on her victim now."

Chantelle felt his reaction from his lower body. When she decided the moment was right, she suddenly jumped down from the desk, slipped out of his arms, and leisurely fixed her clothes by the window.

Daniel felt as if his heart had been taken with her when she slipped out of his arms. He moved toward her absentmindedly, and confusion flickered in his eyes.

Chantelle had never seen this foolish side of him before. Her heart softened slightly against her will.

She fixed her clothes, pulled out the office chair, and sat down. Then she asked, "Does Mr. Wilson hide like this even in his own home?"

Daniel came back to his senses, but he didn’t fix his shirt. Instead, he continued acting like someone who had been abandoned and bullied.

He looked straight into her eyes and said, "My wife keeps hiding from me. If I don’t do this, I’ll have no choice but to become a monk."

"I’m thinking Mr. Wilson is worried I’ll take that picture. Why did you rush back? What’s in that photo that you’re trying to keep from me?"

Chantelle’s fingers tapped lightly on the desk, copying the teasing motion Daniel had made on her waist earlier. That small movement was enough to make Daniel feel like his whole body was burning again.

Daniel said, "So, just to get that picture, my wife was willing to video chat with me."

Daniel slowly moved closer to Chantelle. He sat on the desk in front of her and looked down at her. His clear eyes were filled with deep affection, making it hard for Chantelle to look away.

"Have you thought about it? We just ended our video call two hours ago. Even if I realized you were lying, it wouldn’t have been possible for me to rush back from Carcosa in that time."

Daniel lifted her chin with his slender fingers. He leaned down to kiss her. Chantelle turned her face slightly to avoid it.

She said, "I believe Simon already told you about that picture, right? You rushed back from Carcosa because of that."

Daniel quickly asked, "Are you unwilling to believe my feelings for you? Or do you run away the more you care about something?"

Their breaths blended as his face moved closer to hers. If they leaned closer just a little more, they would kiss.

Chantelle jumped out of the chair in a panic because she couldn’t handle Daniel’s intense gaze or the unclear tension between them.

Because Daniel was too close, she almost bumped into his shoulder as she rose.

When she quickly stepped back, she lost her balance and was about to fall.

She was quickly caught by Daniel, who pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "I came back because I wanted to see you. I took a flight back because I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t stop thinking about you."

Chantelle’s face warmed when she felt his breath against her ear. She pushed him away and finally got out of his hold.

"In that case, give me the photo."

Chantelle held out her hand.

She watched Daniel open a drawer and take out a photo album. He lifted it slightly, signaling for her to come over and take it.

When Chantelle walked over, Daniel suddenly raised his hand to keep the album out of her reach.

Chantelle jumped to grab it. In the process, she fell right into his arms.

Daniel took the chance to hold her by the waist. He lifted her up and spun her around, then headed straight toward the bedroom.

"Put me down!"

Chantelle quickly glanced toward the lower floor in panic. She was relieved to see that Mr. Charles and the servants had already gone to bed.

Daniel ignored her struggle. He kicked open the bedroom door, lay her on the bed, and pressed his body against hers. Then he kissed her lips, her neck, and a sensitive spot on her chest with deep passion.