The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Chapter 92 Sitting on Delbert’s Lap “What's wrong, Delbert?” Before Harriet could grasp what was happening, a gentle tug from Delbert caused her to settle onto his lap instantly!Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He withdrew his heated hand, now using it to caress her delicate face tenderly. Treating it as if it were a cherished gem, he was unwilling to let go. Simultaneously, his other hand quietly encircled her slender waist.

Harriet’s heart was pounding. Now, Delbert’s handsome face was just inches away, and his breath was scorching her neck.

Trapped in his arms, she could clearly feel his burning heat through the fabric of his suit pants, and the pleasant scent of cold wood rosin drifted into her nostrils.

Her face blushed unconsciously, resembling the colors of the evening

sky.

Even during their sexual intercourse in the Munoz family’s villa t night, she had not been as nervous. “Delbert, stop it. I'll have to give you a massage.”

Embarrassed, Harriet tried to get up, but Delbert abruptly pressed her

down and held her in his arms.

“Do the massage after a rest, okay?” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

As he spoke, his hot breath entered her ear, making her face and neck even redder.

“Then I’m going down to rest!”

Harriet wanted to remove his large hand from her waist.

She couldn't sit in such an erotic position on his lap for too long because it would probably lead to sex. She had noticed the desire flipping through Delbert’s eyes.

“It's okay. Just sit here,” Delbert said in a strongly magnetic voice.

His gaze, like a ball of fire, fixed on the girl’s burning-red face.

“Okay.”

Harriet dared not raise her head or speak, sitting stiffly. She felt as though her face were melting by the heat from Delbert’s legs. Delbert was quiet, staring intensely at her face.

The confused and innocent expression on her beautiful face seemed so genuine, as if it were innate, and he couldn't even see through it.

At this point, someone knocked on the bedroom door. Just as Harriet was about to stand up, the door was pushed open. “Mr. Delbert, Miss Harriet, it’s time to eat...”

The intruder was Opal. Seeing Delbert sitting in a very intimate posture on her Delbert’s lap, she realized she shouldn’t have come in.

She blushed and turned to close the door, apologizing awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, | didn’t see anything.

Who would have expected Delbert and Harriet to openly engage in intimacy in the room?!

Harriet hurriedly pushed Delbert away, wanting to stand up.

“Delbert, let me go...”

But before she could finish, Delbert pulled her back into his embrace, his handsome face approaching hers.

Delbert looked down at her jelly-like lips, suddenly eager to taste them.

They had been cold-shouldering each other for days. Every time he saw these nice red lips opening and closing at the dining table, he wanted to launch himself on her.

Delbert lowered his head involuntarily. Yet, when his lips were about to reach her alluring ones, Harriet intentionally dodged them, so that his lips barely brushed against her cheek.

When he looked up with displeasure, he met a pair of cunning and playful watery eyes.