Violet Zimmerman was awakened by the smell of alcohol, even in her sleep, she could feel that strong scent.
Breathing was difficult, her lips were blocked by Daxton Lancaster's, his alcohol-laden lips kissing Violet's lips haphazardly.
"Um..." Violet frowned, but reacted when she saw the face so close by, "Daxton? You're back?"
"Yeah,"
Daxton smiled and gave Violet a heavy kiss on the lips, holding her face as he slightly moved away, staring intently at Violet's face, eyebrows furrowed, but his lips curved into a smile.
"My wife is so beautiful, no wonder she's so tempting!"
"What nonsense are you talking?"
Violet thought Daxton was speaking drunkenly, and replied with displeasure, not yet asking why he returned so late, Daxton came close again.
Holding Violet's face, leaving her no place to escape, his forehead leaned in, his eyes carried a smile.
