Countless types of vehicles flashed through Nathan Bolton's mind.
Yet he didn't know which one to pick.
Because his newly wedded wife, Lorraine Hughes, seemed like a completely different person!
For a moment, he was dumbfounded.
Just holding her like this, she could still be so proactive.
She pulled open his shirt, her head resting against his left chest.
Then her little hand curled around his neck, while the other one…
No need to say it.
He staggered and almost fell flat on his face, but thankfully he steadied himself.
The hand that opened the door was trembling, while the foot that closed it was swift.
He pretended to place her on the sofa, but his wife clung onto him with both arms and legs.
He suspected if he forcibly put her down, she might switch to lying down with him, her legs entwining his calves!
"What's up..."
"South, don't put me down."
Her almond eyes blinked at him, striking him like a fatal blow.
A wave of heat surged from head to toe,
