Chapter 97
"Mmhh..." Madeline’s eyes twitched when the sun from the window hit her face. She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the hotel ceiling in a daze for a while.
She was still collecting her thoughts, trying to make sense of what happened last night.
However, it didn’t take long for the realization to dawn on her. Because the throbbing sensation in her pussy and the dried cum on her belly and boobs told her everything.
She had been utterly and mercilessly fucked by Lancelot Grant last night, and the first question that popped into her mind was:
’Is it really okay for us?’
Madeline turned her head to the right to stare at Lance, who was still in a deep sleep. She never knew that a man could still be so breathtakingly handsome after wild sex and alcohol.
But here he was, sleeping peacefully, unbothered by the sun that hit his face.
"Lance, is it really okay for this to happen?" Madeline asked. She knew Lance couldn’t answer her, but that was better because she feared being disappointed once he woke up and told her that everything that happened last night was just a mistake.
She kept staring at him and finally leaned sideways before resting her head on his chest, feeling his warmth and listening to his heartbeat.
’This feels like a dream,’ Madeline thought. She wasn’t someone who was crazy about boys, but she had to admit she was one of those greedy and obsessed girls when she fell in love.
She dedicated her life for a year when she was dating Jon, with all the ideas of marriage, starting a family, getting pregnant with his child, and growing old together.
"I was so sappy," Madeline chuckled at her own idea of a happy family. But she lifted her head and stared at Lancelot Grant, who was still sleeping. "But can you be happy with me, Mr. Grant? Let’s get married, have a family with a child or two, or more if you want to. I will be a good wife—though I guess that depends on me because I still want to be active in showbiz even after I have children."