Chapitre 119: Chapter 116

Bianca and Sky walked in silence. Bianca felt a palpating sense of arousal with each step, unaware of the anger that despite the arousal bubbled just underneath the surface. Try as he might, Sky could not only focus on the messy hair that dawned Bianca’s head. Oliver seemed to have pulled her hair in a fit of passion. Perhaps he took her from behind, like Sky himself would.

Much like Sky himself, was Oliver imagining someone else? Was she just as beautiful as his Desdemona? No, that could not be, for no one could match his Desdemona. But, perhaps that is what every man thought, that his was the most beautiful woman on this earth.