After disrupting her, he actually felt like he wanted her to continue.
"Tsk tsk. Mr. Wilson, did your medicine solve all your issues this time?"
Chantelle raised her eyebrows. She had successfully turned the situation around in her favor.
"Well, you'll find out sooner or later."
Before this, Daniel always claimed he had a physical problem, but he could not admit that it was a lie. He had even started to worry that Chantelle might think he was really incapable of being intimate.
"I'm looking forward to it. You always liked doing it in the study back at the Wilson residence. I lost count of how many picture frames you broke on the table. You always looked like you were having fun, but I was scared you would blame me for breaking your things. I wanted to replace the frames for you, but you never told me where you kept the photos."
Chantelle deliberately softened her voice and raised her tone. Every now and then, Daniel felt like his heart was being scratched by a kitten.
