บท 1230: Chapter 1230: His First Regret, Marrying Too Late_1

Peggy Lewis's face flushed under Lyke Zhekova's kiss, only able to weakly rest in his arms, unable to muster any strength.

In a daze, she vaguely felt herself being held by Lyke Zhekova, rapidly retreating.

With the small shred of consciousness she had left, Peggy silently thought that everything Lyke had just done must have been to lower her guard and ease her nerves, right?

She honestly felt that living with Lyke simply highlighted her intellectual shortcomings.

Always feeling like an idiot.

That was Peggy's last coherent thought.

Afterward, she could not think of anything.

Lyke placed her on the bed, holding her tightly in his arms.

Just as Cindy Clarke had mentioned, Peggy didn't even have the time to ponder whether she looked attractive, or if what she was wearing was suitable.

Before she even had the chance to react, Lyke had her all befuddled.

The only thing Peggy could remember was that Lyke's stamina was remarkable.