Chapitre 93: Cut Off His Hands

Grace blinked and stared at him. He pulled her closer to him, and she could feel the heat from his body.

She jumped and hurried down the couch. "I will sleep upstairs." She ran up the stairs and walked into the room before she locked the door.

She touched her lips and wondered if he wanted sex. From what she knows, she was to satisfy her boyfriend with sex, even though they both didn't share that type of relationship.

Will sex bring them closer? She wondered, bundled up her energy, and opened the door before slowly sneaking downstairs. She peeked at Raymond, and he was sleeping.

"Huh, did he suddenly sleep?" 

It was late, and she didn't want to be a bother, so she returned upstairs, and Raymond opened his eyes.

He wanted her.

But he didn't want to scare her; she was just nineteen and not very smart.

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The next morning, Grace walked downstairs and couldn't find Raymond.