Margareth POV
"All right." He gave up after I forced him to open the zipper on my gown. Gently, my back faced him, I could feel that his fingers unzipped my gown in a half. Through the slightly opened surface of the dress, I felt a bit relieve because the maroon gown I wore was no longer tight and hugged my slim figure.
Subsequently, he started the engine and said, "We'd better fix it in the Mansion. In this kind of place, strangers or people noticing about us may assume wrongly on what we are doing now."
"Please be quick! I'm afraid I can't hold myself through this insane heat!" I instructed him for another time as I swayed my hands to get air around my body. In fact, the air condirioner in Bastian's car had been set to its maximum level. Yet, I still felt hotter like I was boiled in
