Chapter 1246: 651: Extra Story: Affection and Intimacy 1

Chester didn’t know when he came over and hugged her from behind, "Feeling sentimental?"Alice Robinson turned her head, "No."

Chester let go of her, picked up a glass of red wine beside him and handed it to her.

Alice Robinson took it, clinking lightly with him.

After sipping a little, she turned to look at the bustling, glamorous city, "Paris has never changed in my memory."

Chester held the wine glass and came to her side, wrapping one arm around her, "It has changed, but you’re facing it every day, so you don’t feel those changes."

She turned her head to look at him, asking, "T City, Paris, New York, which of these three cities do you like the most?"

T City holds memories of him and Becca, Paris has memories of her and him, as for New York, if he chooses it, it indicates his heart still finds a home there.

He looked into the distance and answered without hesitation, "T City."

Her body suddenly trembled, and she abruptly broke away from him.

She placed the wine glass down and turned to leave.

He timely reached out to hold her, "Where are you going?"

She kept her back to him, releasing her disappointment, "I think there are some things you still haven’t thought through clearly."

He chuckled, set his wine glass down, and pulled her into an embrace, "Why are you angry?"

She sulked and pushed against him, "Of course T City is nice, it has people unforgettable for you and memories unforgettable as well."

He tutted a couple of times, teasing, "Why do I smell a strong scent of jealousy?"

She pushed him angrily.

He wrapped both arms around her slender waist, smiling, "I was just joking, who knew you’d take it so seriously."

Of course, he wouldn’t be unaware of the little thoughts behind her question.

She kept a cold face, pouting, "Then tell me, where do you actually like?"

This time, he wisely answered honestly, "Of course it’s Paris... only Paris has people unforgettable for me, unforgettable memories."

Gradually, she let go of some annoyance, but still didn’t let him off the hook, "Alright, you say there are unforgettable memories, then tell me some of those memories."

"Which part of the memories do you want to start with?" His eyes gradually grew mischievous, "Start from when I first saw you, or from when we first got intimate?"

"You..."

Her cheeks flushed red, and she hit him against his firm chest.

"I remember that night, I was drunk, you smelled so good, you..."

"You also said, that night you weren’t drunk at all..." Alice Robinson felt both shy and annoyed, throwing several small punches again.

He suddenly picked her up.

She was startled, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, "What are you going to do?"

He chuckled softly, carrying her straight to the bed in the room.

Her cheeks were already flushed red, having a premonition of what he intended to do.

He gently placed her on the bed, her cheeks glowing red, and in a deep voice teased, "Now do you know what I want to do?"

She encircled his neck, having to look up at him because she was shorter.

He pecked her lips, his deep voice filled with longing, "Baby, I really want you." Before he finished speaking, he had already embraced her, burying himself in her neck.

She turned her head, resisting him, "Wait, wait..."

He halted his actions, looking at her not very patiently.

She tugged at his tie, asking, "Honestly tell me, have you... during this year?"

"What?"

"Have you... have you been with other women?"

Chester had lost patience, his hand resting on her hips, pulling her close, murmuring hoarsely, "Of course not."

"Really?" Alice Robinson looked at him suspiciously.

Her face was charming and blooming like a peach blossom.

His heart was already distracted, nudging his chin against her forehead, teasingly saying, "I’ll prove it to you later."

Her face was red down to her neck.

He lifted her chin, his dark eyes burning with fiery intensity staring at her exquisite face.

She saw the flames of desire burning in his eyes, and suddenly felt a bit captivated and confused.

He slowly lowered his head, kissing her lips.

When four lips meet, desire erupts like a volcano.

Suckling, licking, nibbling...

They were mutually demanding each other, in this moment only craving for one another.

Her hands which had rested on his chest gradually climbed up to his neck.

Her fingers entwined in his dark hair, her tongue entangled with his.

His restless hand moved to her chest, unable to hold it with one hand, he resorted to kneading it.

"It hurts..."

She finally gasped.

He regretfully left her moist red lips, looking at the small frown on her face.