In the evening, Moore's Villa.
Florence was unaware that her phone call had prompted Brian to decisively abandon a hundred-million-dollar project and fly back overnight to support her.
At this moment, she was wearing a mask, feigning a hoarse voice to refuse Lancelot's kiss.
"I have allergies and a bad cold. I don't want to infect you."
"Dear, we haven't slept together in a long time. If this continues, people will think we have marital problems."
Seeing no one around, Lancelot shed his domineering CEO persona and nuzzled up against Florence like a puppy.
"Don't be silly. Nancy and the others are still outside." Florence tried to resist.
However, as she spoke, his large, warm hands had already slithered into her underwear, accurately grasping her soft breast.
With a slight tighteni
