He lowered his head and bit her earlobe, trying to stir her desire again.
But there was no desire left in Brittany's eyes.
She knew she could not avoid it, so she let him finish one last time on her body.
At the airport.
They waited a full two hours before finally seeing the Jessica Timothy had talked about.
She looked even younger than Brittany had imagined. She wore a red velvet gown that showed off her curves perfectly. Her long brown wavy hair fell behind her ears. She looked stunning, and there was also a kind of charm about her that only came with time.
The moment she saw Timothy, she raised an arm and waved at him. "Timothy!"
Timothy grew even more excited. He let go of Brittany's hand and ran straight toward her.
Jessica opened her suitcase and threw herself into his arms. He held her and spun around several times on the spot.
"Timothy, you've grown up, and you've gotten even more handsome! Unlike me, I'm old now."
Timothy's voice was full of excitement. "Aunt Jessica, you're not old. Not old at all. You're just as beautiful as ever."
"You really know how to make me happy. I'm sure I'm not as pretty as your girlfriend."
"How could she even compare to you? She is not even equal to a single strand of your hair."
"You little charmer. You really do know how to sweet talk."
The two of them held each other for a long time before finally pulling apart. Looking at the tenderness and love in Timothy's eyes, Brittany suddenly laughed.
Brittany had fallen in love with Timothy on a rainy night.
That day, he had been dead drunk and had collapsed in the rain. Brittany, who happened to be passing by, had helped him up.
After he woke up, he asked for her contact information and said he wanted to take her out for a meal.
Later, the two of them gradually got to know each other better.
She had originally thought he was just an ordinary man, but it turned out that he was Timothy, the heir to the Callahan Group.
He was only twenty five, yet he had already become the heir to the Callahan Group.
In front of other people, he had always been cold and distant. Only in front of Brittany was he gentle and considerate.
Later, when they met again, he confessed his feelings to Brittany, and she said yes.
From then on, they were officially together, and they stayed together for three years.
During those three years, Timothy treated her very well. Every time he peeled an orange for her, he would carefully remove all the white pith, even though she had told him many times that she did not mind it.
Every morning when she woke up, he would bring her a cup of warm milk with half a spoonful of honey in it, saying it was good for her health.
Every time before she got into the car, he would even adjust the angle of her seat for her first, afraid she might feel uncomfortable.
Last month, he had suddenly proposed to her and said he wanted to marry her.
She had been so happy that she could not sleep for several nights in a row. She had thought she had finally found the happiness that belonged to her.
But now, what exactly was she?
From beginning to end, she had been nothing but a joke!
"So this is your girlfriend? Her name is Brittany, right?"
Jessica stepped out of Timothy's arms and took the initiative to greet Brittany. "Hello, Brittany. I'm a friend of Timothy's mother. You can call me Aunt Jessica too, just like he does."
Brittany looked at her and said nothing, and Jessica was clearly a little embarrassed.
Timothy frowned. "Brittany, didn't you hear Aunt Jessica talking to you?"
"I heard her. But you look so young that it would not be appropriate for me to call you Aunt. You look about the same age as we are. If someone who did not know better saw us, they might even think you were Timothy's girlfriend."
"Did you misunderstand something?" The smile on Jessica's face stiffened, and she quickly explained, "He has always been like this. We used to hug often too, except back then, I was always the one holding him..."