The True Heiress's Return

and again!"

Walter paused, pressing her small face in front of him.

Walter embraced her tightly, the unique fragrance from her body filling his heart completely. Instinctively, a softer look appeared in Walter's eyes, but his tone remained harsh, scolding her, even a bit annoyed. "Shakira, you're really stupid, falling into the same trap again Shakira ignored his words, feeling a bit more comfortable in his embrace, but soon felt dissatisfied. She was already skilled at this maneuver, tearing open his shirt, the string of Jesus pendants and the tattoo on his chest constantly testing her last bit of rationality. Shakira's face flushed bright red, while flames of desire ignited in Walter's eyes. "Shakira, what do you think I am?" Shakira felt uncomfortable and unsatisfied, starting to struggle, "Wuwu, are you still a man? Wuwu, I feel so bad..." Walter's large hand dangerously stopped at the back of her neck, "Look closely at who I am."

Shakira was a almost pushed to the brink, "I don't want to see this Walter! Walter, if you won't help me, I'll find someone else- ah!" Walter slammed the door shut, completely cutting off the sounds inside.

Shakira didn't know how long she had slept. When she opened her eyes, the entire room was gray, the sunlight blocked by the curtains. She tried to open her mouth but found her throat extremely dry, like she was dehydrated. Her body ached all over, making her feel very uncomfortable. Memories of last night flashed through her mind like a slideshow... She shivered and instinctively looked to her side. On the other side of the king-sized bed, the man lay facing away from her, breathing steadily. The "Satan" on his chest rose and fell with his breath, vividly noticeable. Shakira held her breath, carefully rolling out of the silk quilt. Just as she got out of bed, her legs immediately went weak, and she almost cried out. 'Damn, it felt worse than the first time! How hard did that Walter go last night?' She exerted a lot of effort to stand up and tiptoed toward the door... With a snap, the curtains slowly opened, a flood of sunlight pouring into the room. A mocking cold laugh contrasted sharply with the warm sunlight, chilling enough to send shivers down her spine. "After consuming everything, you want to run away a second time?" Shakira immediately froze, her hair standing on end. Realizing she was feeling a draft, she hurriedly hid back under the

covers.

She forced a smile, the man's handsome yet infuriatingly beautiful face right in front of her.

If he didn't have that murderous look in his eyes, Shakira thought she would definitely be very happy.

"Good morning, sir. You woke up so early."

The man remained silent, just staring at her coldly.

Shakira swallowed hard, quickly trying to explain, "How could I possibly run away? Besides, if the monk runs away, he can't escape the temple; where could I go?" She added. "I was thinking that since you worked so hard last night, I would go prepare some good food for you to replenish your strength."

Hearing this, Walter let out an ambiguous chuckle. "It was indeed hard work."

Shakira recalled a few memories, her face flushing red. It was really too mortifying.

Watching her face blush and overlapping with the memories of last night, Walter felt his interest piqued. The first time he was completely unconscious, afterward filled with overwhelming anger, wanting to kill that woman who didn't know how high the sky was. But this time he was fully awake and in control 'I didn't expect this to be more pleasurable than I imagined. "Shakira, tell me, how will you make it up to me this time?"

"Uh... huh?" What could she possibly do to make it up to him? She didn't want to! But given the situation last night, she was also caught off guard. At that time, in a daze, she wanted to control herself, but upon hearing Walter's voice outside, she immediately gave up her struggle. That person was Walter; she was willing. 'Maybe it was because of past experience? Or was it trust?' Shakira herself couldn't figure it out. "You were completely awake last night; why should I make it up to you?" Shakira pouted, almost saying, "It takes two to tango; you clearly have your problems too!" Walter raised an eyebrow, retorting, "Do you mean that last night I should have let you suffer?"

"Not really, I just thought there might be other ways, it doesn't have to be... Heh, which

woman was it last night who grabbed me and said I wasn't a man, saying if I didn't help her, she'd go find someone else..."

His words recalled the memory, making Shakira feel ashamed, her scalp tingling. She quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll make it up to you; you're my great benefactor, I'll do whatever you say." "Do what I say?" Walter stared at Shakira nodded without hesitation, "Of course!" She was afraid if she countered, Walter would pin a bigger crime on her!

at her, "Are you sure you'll agree to whatever I say?

Walter seemed to think seriously for a long time, then spoke again, his deep voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, "Shakira, there has never been another woman beside me." After speaking, he paused, his gaze locked onto her, deeply intense. Realizing, Shakira hurriedly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! You're innocent and chaste; the sun and moon can testify." Walter was finally slightly satisfied, continuing. "And you, time and time again, have caused me to break my principles. Shakira dded again. "Yes, yes, yes! It's all because of me; I've gone too far."

"Every time you're in trouble, Il I help you. help, help! I will I definitely

This time, shouldn't it be your turn to help me?"

help..." Shakira instinctively responded, then became a bit stunned, "What am I supposed to help with?"

"Help

Walter looked deeply at her, the emotions in his eyes complex and dark, "You make me feel something for you and not want to restrain myself. What do you think you can help me with?"

Shakira never expected to hear such direct words from Walter; she widened her eyes in disbelief. "Should I help you find a girlfriend?"

Walter almost died of anger at her thought process, "Shakira, are you looking to die!"

Shakira quickly corrected herself amid his roar, "You mean, you want me to make our betrothal act real?"

Walter snorted, "Not impossible."

"No way!"

"What do you mean?" Walter's face darkened.

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"I mean... I feel like I can't afford to be with a young master." Shakira's heart raced, and she felt a bit flustered herself. She didn't mind having a relationship with Walter; in fact, she enjoyed it, but... suddenly an idea popped into her head, "What if we both get what we want and don't disturb each other?" She spoke tactfully, but Walter was smart and would definitely understand her meaning.

Walter narrowed his eyes and, after a moment, coldly chuckled, Alright, that saves a lot of trouble."

Shakira smiled and said, "Yes, if you find someone you like in the future, I would just be an obstacle between you two."Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Walter laughed darkly, "You're quite considerate for me."

"Then it's settled." Shakira, seeing he didn't refute her, hurriedly wrapped herself in the blanket and hid in the bathroom. Her heart was still pounding, and she d