Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family.
On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying:
"Come with me."
He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years.
Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit.
Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone.
The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her.
Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?"
"Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness.
The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne."

Later,
At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early.
When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge.
But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost."
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Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care.
Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness.
Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne.
The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!"
How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that?
The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation.
The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."

Lianne caught a glimpse of his bobbing Adam's apple, a sensual, alluring sight.


She looked up. Her vision filled with his thin lips, the strong bridge of his nose, his thick, sharp brows, and those dark, bottomless eyes that smoldered with a hidden fire.


Their eyes met. Desire thickened in Seth Sinclair's gaze, while Lianne's almond-shaped eyes were dewy and clear. Their gazes locked, tangling in the air and breeding a humid, charged sense of intimacy.


His large hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, pulling her close. His thin lips captured hers.


He kissed her, tongues tangling and breaths mingling.


His other large hand covered hers, guiding it with the same meticulous patience he had shown when teaching her to ski.


The world around them fell silent. The only sounds were the wetness of their kiss, their ragged breaths and soft moans, and the frantic pounding of their hearts.


Chapter 144 - Chapter 144: Burying His Head in Her Neck, Biting Her