Chapter 137

A soft kiss.

His lips came to rest on Adele's eyelids.

A soft kiss.

His lips moved carefully down — to the bridge of her nose, to both cheeks, and to her lips.

Adele felt a languid heat spreading through her body.

"I'm sorry. We won't ever be parted again."

He whispered it like a vow, his face solemn.

"Of course not. Because I'm never letting go of you now."

The corner of Adele's mouth curved up.

In a flash, she pushed him down onto the bed and swapped places, climbing on top of him.

"I mean it. If you ever try to leave me, I'll kill you with my own hands first."

Her black hair spilled down around her, her green eyes flashing with the threat. She looked so captivating that Christine couldn't tear his eyes away.

Even her red lips, saying she'd kill him, looked so alluring that…