"Violet, I'm ready, shall we do it now?"
Joseph Lancaster's phoenix eyes were veined with red, colored with desire, as he looked straight into Violet Zimmerman's eyes, his deep, magnetic voice sounded hoarse.
A young man in his early twenties is a reckless and passionate youth. Violet Zimmerman's words seemed like a subtle invitation. After being apart for a month and a half, he missed their mother and child a lot, but he missed her even more.
"No...Joseph, Daxton said..." Violet staggered over her words, having been kissed by Joseph Lancaster for so long that her mind was even more muddled, unable to form complete sentences.
"Violet, don't refuse me..." As the words fell, Joseph Lancaster pressed his thin lips down again, and his slender fingers were caught on the button of Violet Zimmerman's pants.
"Madam, Sir asked you to take the call." Outside the door, Zhang's voice reached in.
