Lucy Ansley, with her keen intelligence, naturally understood what those three words meant.
She neither nodded nor refused but instead responded to Henry Ronan with the simplest and most direct action.
Lucy wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pecked at his lips.
As a result, Henry's chest heaved violently, his deep eyes appearing even more dark and fiery.
He stood up holding Lucy, walking with steady steps up the stairs into the master bedroom where they had always shared their nights.
The room was dim, and their silhouettes were swallowed by the soft bed.
Henry pressed his face against hers, his hot breath spilling over her ear, his husky, alluring voice slowly unfolding, "Lucy, do you know what will happen next?"
With her eyes tightly closed, Lucy buried her entire face in the crook of the man's shoulder.
She didn't speak, just nodded in response.
"Are you really willing?" the man's hoarse tone barely discernible from its original rich sound.
