Declan's eyes darkened as he remembered the fear that had crept into Margaux's face when he saw the girl lying on the bed while being feasted on by three mad men lusting after flesh.

He had no idea why he suddenly felt the urge to kill at those times.

Margaux only said goodbye to go in the comfort, but Declan was surprised when the girl still couldn't come back after only five minutes, so he immediately followed her.

Only to discover that Margaux had been molested and that he was still inside the room where much sin had already occurred.

He erupted in rage. He didn't control his rage; instead, he let it out by fighting those three.

But the one who remained standing fled when he realized he couldn't stand up to another standing man whos is Declan disarmed the men who had molested Margaux.

He was also irritated when the girl declined his offer to accompany her to the restroom, which was.... She wishes to return home without informing him.

In short, Margaux lied to him.

Now that he was driving home, he called Lucifer and Tanner to let them know he couldn't return to their table.

They even inquired as to the reason, but he purposefully hung up the phone.

Declan looked at Margaux, who was now stunned, as if out of her mind, and knew it was the result of what had happened.

"M-Margaux..." Declan called her name, but she froze and jumped in fear as a result of his sudden speech.

Margaux gave him a menacing look.

"Is-there s-something y-you n-need?" She crammed herself into the farthest corner of his car in the passenger seat at the same time.

And was afraid he'd be able to touch her like those men did, but he couldn't... Declan should have been more cautious now that he can see fear in her eyes.

"Are you..." What should he instead ask Margaux?

Instead of speaking, he remained silent and resumed driving, his attention focused on the road.

Many scenarios flashed through his mind, all of which involved charging the three men who had done it against his will. Margaux's unwillingness to molest it and almost.... shit!

Declan became agitated, but on the other hand, he questioned himself over and over.

Why did he become suddenly concerned about Margaux?

What's the deal with... He appears to want to protect her as much as possible.

Margaux was still in the passenger seat to his right, in the corner of the side of his car.

Declan turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. It was after eleven o'clock at night, and only a few vehicles like them were passing on the road that was openly passable.

Then he looked at her, and Declan could see her fear right through her.

"M-Margaux—"

"D-don't t-touch me pleaseeee, don't!" The girl held out his hand as he was about to hold Margaux's hand.

She was sobbing as well, and Declan tried everything he could to get Margaux to look at him.

Declan felt millions of needles piercing his chest when he saw Margaux's tears streaming down from her eyes to her cheeks after he successfully presented her face to him.

She even wrapped her palm around his holds to remove the hands he had on her cheek, but Declan wouldn't let go.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he spoke.

"It's just me; no more men will ever hurt you."

However, Margaux was hesitant. Her eyes were dull as well, as if she had been separated from him.

Declan then sighed.

He was sorry for her; it was all his fault, no matter how he looked at it.

Declan felt compelled to inflict pain on himself as a result of his folly. It's insufficient, and the girl comes across as almost vulgar in... That is, in a pleasant location.... shit!

"I'll just take you home," said the girl, who didn't say anything but didn't nod or give him any strange signal to do so.

He simply shook his hand and sat in the driver's seat. Declan then started the engine and let it roar.

When he turned to look again, Margaux covered herself with his coat.

It still avoids his presence. Declan had no choice but to return the car to the girl's home.

He didn't have to ask because he already knew where the girl lived.

Declan was quietly driving along the road when he heard Margaux's weak sobs again.

Shit!

He turns the steering wheel once more, only to find himself staring at Margaux, who is shaking in her seat...

"M-Margaux! What's w-wrong?" he exclaimed, unsure what to do and restless.

Declan then raised his hand to examine her forehead, but she did not have a fever. It was literally shaking so much that he turned Margaux's body to face him again and again for a warm hug.

He felt the thing between his thighs come alive again just as Margaux's skin pressed against his body.

But this was not the time for him to cool down. To ease the simulation of releasing his body heat.

He must not profit from Margaux's current situation. And he will exert as much restraint as possible.

When his pain hurts as a result of restraint, it's up to him; he doesn't care about it any longer.

Declan felt Margaux's hand encircling his waist, preparing to give him a hug in return. Only to realize he was struggling to breathe.

Fuck! M-Margaux. Why are you treating me like this?

Declan was losing himself, and it was Margaux's moist breasts, pressed against his, that brought him back to the present.

"D-don't leave me pl-please, I-I'm scared," she said, terrified and trembling. Declan notices that Maragux's embrace with him has tightened even more.

Because of what Margaux said, he already had an idea in his head that he knew this was the only thing he could do to keep an eye on the maiden on an hourly basis.

He was also uncomfortable leaving it at home alone, so he considered taking the girl home himself.

Declan was tapping her back and letting her cry in his chest because he wanted to soothe her fear through him.

Its breath dwindled gradually. The arms that wrapped around him were also gradually knotted.

Declan lowers his gaze and notices Margaux closing his eyes in a relaxed manner. However, He's not at ease.

Because her body was already so hot, he decided to move her. He was just biting his lower lip to keep himself under control.

Deep. Until he got a taste of the blood in his mouth. And it was all because he clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from taking advantage of Margaux... In her current state, no.

Declan reached for his cellphone on the dashboard and dialed Conrad's number to have the courtyard of his room repaired.

His room was a shambles and still smelled of alcohol, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the girl alone in such a complicated environment.

He even told Conrad to get rid of anything that was no longer needed in his room and, to the greatest extent possible, to get rid of anything he could no longer use.

"And what about Phoebe's picture frame on your side table, sir? Should I also throw it away—"

"Don't make the mistake of moving that, Conrad; I'm the only one who can fight you if you do."

"I was just wondering, sir—"

"Understood?" "Don't put your fingers on Phoebe's photo."

"O-okay," Conrad said, indicating that he had disconnected the phone call.

CARRYING the soundly sleeping Margaux in his arms, Declan took care not to wake her up.

Conrad only followed him to his room and opened the door.

The steward, like him, was deafeningly quiet.

He lowered his gaze to Margaux. Her face was pressed against his chest, clearly tired from crying.

Declan was in need while looking at the girl's condition, so she couldn't even move or move to change her position.

"Because Margaux was with you, sir, you directed me to clean in your room; it's just refreshing because back then—"

"Just get me some cold water in a basin, Conrad," Declan says, cutting to what the steward is saying.

"It is my pleasure, sir," he said as he walked away to carry out his orders.

He looked down at the girl, who was now lying freely on his soft bed. Her damp outer garment caused her to cry and sweat.

He felt the same way, but he had to prioritize the girl's health because she would become ill if he didn't go.

Declan turned around when he felt the gradual resurrection of the object between his two thighs when he looked down at the girl's thigh down to her feet.

"Holy fucker of sweet juices, please bear with me this time, bare with me! Ahh. Fuck! Fuck it! Why do you keep bulging my friend? That was Margaux only. Only her. Please loosen your bone now," he said angrily, his eyes focusing on its bulging length.

Maybe he was crazy to talk to his manhood, who was unable to respond now that he was bulging even more, as if he wanted to get out of his pants.

Declan pretended to be unconscious when he noticed Conrad carrying the basin in both hands and the towel over his right shoulder.

This is a fucking fuck!

"Here's what you're after, sir. Margaux's swab is already there in case you find the—"

"You may depart at this time, Conrad, and please accept my gratitude for your assistance."

Conrad only gave him a wry look before lowering his gaze to Margaux, prompting him to quickly lift the white blanket to cover Margaux's overly exposed thigh and leg before returning his gaze to the caretaker.

"Do you need anything else, Conrad?" Instead, he simply stared at him with his eyes wide open.

Conrad's response stunned him.

"That's how you were with Phoebe, who just made after your money, sir; let me just remind you, you are no longer in your old world where you are free to play with anyone; I even witnessed you failing, and maybe when that happens again—"

"Not happening, Conrad; I vowed before that the same thing would never happen again; I am now a well-built Declan Heisenberg who will never be beaten by a woman again."

Conrad gave a friendly smile.

"Then I will leave, and I am confident that I will leave you without causing you any pain." He turned around, but before he could take a step, Conrad faced him again, his left brow slightly raised.

"Regarding the identity of the woman you saw the last time you went to Muchàs Gràcias, my team now has her fingerprint and even her cornea and iris scanner; the identity of that woman will be revealed soon."

"At the moment, my team is conducting a thorough investigation using their servers and IP."

Will he be happy about it? Yes, because there was another woman who just turned him around, except for his great ex-girlfriend Phoebe, about whom he now has no information.

He had last seen the girl while still in England. Declan, on the other hand, admitted that Phoebe, his ex-girlfriend, still has a place in his heart, which he hasn't changed and hasn't been reduced by even 1%.

"I'm leaving, sir Declan. Please behave," Conrad said last, and he knew Conrad meant something else, so he just smiled.

"I'll be nice now that—"

"But your pennis aren't," Conrad shook, stunned by his bulging pants.

Shit! Conrad discovered him with a massive bonner between his legs.

"Conrad, you must have left!"

"All right!" Conrad waved goodbye before turning his back on him, just as the steward's weak footsteps were leaving his room.

Declan's eyes dropped again when the man vanished from his sight because he was still stiff.

How long will you be sleeping there, my friend? When you are going to get back into a tight spot?

He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. He was sick of shaking hands with people when he had nowhere to go.

To put it another way, he now needs to come out with another hot body, but... Margaux isn't...

"Fuck! I can't do that to her!" He looked down at his still stiff stretch. "Stop commanding like a mad warrior, my friend; have mercy on me and stop torturing me in this manner."

His stomach is bothering him once more.

But he has to keep his cool, doesn't he? He needs to keep his cool.

But, with the rest of his time to get dressed and relieve the sweat that had engulfed Margaux's body, Declan found himself sitting back in the cubicle, making himself happy with his hands, which were occasionally shouting the name of the unconscious maiden.

Margaux was terrified when she saw the three men drooling at her and stomping on their feet as they approached.

When they started touching her leg up to her delicacy, the girl was trembling with fear and screaming.

She was sobbing and pleading, but the three aren't listening and just keep doing what they're doing.

She was also disgusted with herself when two more men grabbed both of her arms.

But when she felt the hand enter her pantyhose, Margaux yelled angrily, knowing she couldn't fight back.

She opened her eyes abruptly, only to realize it was all a dream. But when she came face to face with the darkness, she felt fear all over again.

Margaux was terrified and trembling.

Margaux was certain to herself that she didn't turn off all the lights in her room even though she was alone at home while her father was away.

So the darkness that had now appeared in Margaux's eyes was a huge mystery because she would not turn off the light when she went to bed.

"L-lights, pl-please! L-lights," she shook, clutching the blanket as if she could smell Declan's perfume through it.

Then, all of a sudden, the lights turned on. Only to see Declan standing midway near the main switch, eyes closed, hair was messy, and clothes still tangled.

Margaux felt relieved when she saw that everything was in order.

Only then did she realize she wasn't in her room.

"W-what am I doing here?" Margaux inquired of the young man, whose arms were now crossed as Declan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Declan's eyes immediately opened when he heard her voice, compromising to meet his red eyes that seemed to lack sleep and rest.

"Don't you remember everything? Muchàs Gràcias last night?" he asked, his voice husky.

What happened the previous night? In that case, what she had seen in her vision earlier was a literal nightmare, not a dream.

Declan also rescued her inside that dark room, she recalled. Even before those men succeeded in moving her to death, Margaux was grateful for his appearance.

Declan then moved forward, reaching for a left wall and leaning against it, his eyes now close together once more.

The young man's body slid down gradually as well.

Margaux noticed that the man appeared tired, his arms drooping as if he had not gotten enough sleep or rest.

"D-Declan?"

"Hmm," Margaux said softly, biting her lower lip.

Only his left eye was open, and it was only half-open when he looked at her. The only thing that moved was its head to look at her. Margaux flashed back to the steamy scene between the two of them and Declan inside the company's office

"What are you doing leaning up against the wall?"

"I'm exhausted, Margaux, and I can't sleep."

"B-why?" she asked, frowning, and despite her tiredness, Margaux was able to get close to Declan by stepping on her toes.

Will she be able to continue her revenge now that she sees his soft side?

Yes, eventually, but for the time being, she must keep a low profile because she is exhausted. Margaux, on the other hand, has yet to determine her next course of action.

It was only then that she realized what she was wearing this time: Declan's knee-length shirt.

Declan is the only one in the house, so... She knows only the young man is capable of dressing her up like this.

"You've already gone to bed to sleep—"

"No, Margaux. Stay away from me. That's the part where you could help me out." He frowned.

"What do you mean—"

"Oh shit! I'm sorry for this," Margaux could no longer lie down when the young man suddenly turned to her and brought himself close to his body, claiming her lips like a hungry animal ready to eat his prey.

"D-Declan, s-stop!" she screamed, but his hands became restless, and Margaux only realized it had gotten into his clothes.

Declan tightened his hold on her waist, and she sat on his lap. Only remember that she was now wearing her panty because Margaux had just felt a sharp object piercing her delicacy's mouth.

It was Declan's pennis, and she admitted to feeling a strange sensation in her body, especially when she felt Declan's kiss engulfing both of her breasts.

".... ohhhhh!" she exclaimed. She can't stop herself from doing what Declan is doing in her breast.

Margaux was still exhausted from the intense pleasure it gave her body, but Declan's hand was quick to reach out and support her back.

"D-Declan!" Oh no! This is how it feels every time a man kisses that part.

Delicious! Very tasty!

"Fuck! Margaux! Fuck you!"

"Ohhh!" Her eyes were already raised in the air because one of his hands was already caressing and twirling her cunt.

"D-Declan... ahh!"

"S-shit M-Margaux! You're fucking hot!" Margaux was just feeling so delicious that she didn't realize she was already loaded as a young man on her way to bed.

Her legs were also wrapped around Declan's waist to keep her from falling while she held him.

Declan manages to put her in bed without breaking the kiss.

He jumped on top of her and kissed Margaux.

It was only then that she noticed her own body, which was no longer dressed in only the young man's top t-shirt. Then Declan gave her a seductive laugh!

"Shiit Margaux, you really turned me on," he said, looking at her from head to toe.

She was only wearing a bra and pantyhose, but the young man couldn't take his gaze away from her.

"Fucking sexy, babe," he said again, kissing her on the forehead, nose, ear, both cheeks, and finally on her lips.

She was exhausted once more. Declan was now kissing her neck and lightly massaging her left breast.

"D-Declan..."

But then she noticed her bra flying through the air, and she realized it was capable of removing what she was wearing on both of her breasts.

Margaux was under Declan's spell and completely drenched, so she didn't care any longer.

She went unconscious as soon as the young man kissed her.

Margaux sighed as she felt Declan's hands again lowering the garter of her panties.

She bit her lip as she watched Declan's face light up, as if he was happy with what they were doing right now.

Until she didn't have a single covering left on her body, and Declan looked so proud that he did it without any resistance from her.

The man then stood up, first removing his shirt, and Margaux noticed Declan Heisenberg's perfectly sculpted body.

She couldn't take her gaze away from the young man because the scene he was portraying in front of her was stunning.

Then he removed his pants, leaving no covering on his body, just like she did.

Margaux was devastated, especially when he saw how the young man's commando saluted her as if she were a ready soldier on the battlefield.

"T-D-Declan, that's—"

"Big, yeah?" he asked, smiling as he crawled back onto the bed and found her lips once more.

"Don't worry, it'll fit," he said softly as he kissed her on the lips, and Margaux felt the thrust of its length on the side of her abdomen once more.

It gets to his feet and feels ready to dive into the delicacy that awaits him.

"Ready?"

Margaux snatched the bedsheet, biting her lower lip, before closing her eyes and nodding.

Declan had already pointed its length at the opening of her vagina when she opened her eyes again.

Declan then gave her a look. Everyone was happy.

Declan had already inserted his pennis into the mouth of her tunnel before she could feel a strange sensation engulf her system slowly and slowly.

Margaux's pain was overwhelming.

"You are a—, M-Margaux!"

"D-Declan, please fill me now!" she yelled, forcing herself to accept the size of the young man who had already entered her core, even if it was painful.

She was closing her eyes because she was in excruciating pain. Maragux discovered that she had cried because she couldn't bear the pain any longer.

"D-Declan — ahhh!" She felt more pain when the young man plunged inside her for a long time and that was over.

Declan didn't make a move. And when she looked at the young man, he frowned just looking at her, and the young man bowed slightly to wipe away the few grains of tears that flowed down her cheek.

Declan moved quickly when she no longer felt the pain, as if the young man also realized it wasn't painful for her.

What was once painful in Margaux's stomach has now been replaced by indescribable delight!

"... ahhh! D-Declan! All right."

"M-Margaux," the young man leaned on either side of her for support while it continued to stab her from the inside.

They felt sorry for each other because they were so delicious, and they just caught themselves shouting their names while both bodies were already wet with sweat.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! M-Margaux.... ahhhh." Declan chanted her name, and Margaux was like a guitar, apparently breaking down her strings as soon as she heard the man's voice using her name as a song's lyrics.

She was going insane with pleasure, and her hips couldn't stay fixed on the bed because her body swayed as if she couldn't be bothered while the young man continued to go in and out of her.

Then, all of a sudden, Declan reached for her right leg, only to insert his shoulder and thrust hard, deep, and deeper yet again.

In that position, Margaux felt the young man's stretch inside her even more. She even slightly narrowed her eyes because this is how sex really tastes, especially when the man plowing you is an XL size.

"Aah! Ahh! M-Margaux... ohhh! Ohh! H-heaven, heaven!"

Declan's voice heightened Margaux's feelings of lust.

Rough and hard. When it comes to this one, that's all she can say about Declan devouring her womanhood beyond her innocence.

This is still true. It was only now that she had the opportunity to partake in the kind of delectableness that she had only recently discovered.

But she seemed to be ready all of a sudden.

"D-Declan s-stop, I'm urinating—ahhh!!"

"Don't control your juices, M-Margaux, just let it e-explode, you're about to cum... Ohhh!" Declan's statement and its speed doubled.

When Declan pulled her inside and out, hard and rough in her womanhood, she felt strangely delicious once more... At the time, it was extremely painful.

But Margaux is unconcerned. The only response she took was the pleasure she felt when Declan's XL size pennis entered hers.

She nearly broke the bedsheet by gripping it too tightly for support.

Declan, on the other hand, continues to thrust deep and hard until she can no longer control herself and finally releases her sweet juices, only then Declan pulls out his length and spurts his sperm beneath in Margaux's stomach as long as she hears Declan's outrageous scream with her name.

"M-Margaux.... aaaaaah! Fucking Fuck of a fuck!" Then Declan's body slammed into her.

On her proud breast, and now the man is licking it like a candy.

"D-Declan... ugh! Please stop that right now... I s-still feel the pain."

Suddenly, the young man raised his eyes to her. The smiles that have already begun to appear in its eyes are also noticeable.

It wasn't offensive for Margaux to notice why his eyes were twinkling at her.

Rather, it is a sense of accomplishment.

"J-just give me a break? I won't be in t-this time, L-let me savor your body first!"

"B-but D-Declan, what are you up to down there?"

When Margaux opened her eyes again, Declan was already at her feet, holding both of her knees before teasing her so sweetly.

"Open your legs wide for me, Margaux. Only for me!" Declan ripped both of her legs, exposing her cunt to the young man's eyes once more.

Declan bit his lower lip the moment his eyes widened at her womanhood.

"D-Declan n-no—" but even before she could close her legs again, the young man quickly caught them so he wouldn't lose sight of her cunt, which is now still painful to move.

"D-don't you dare, Margaux, I'm enjoying the view." And the next thing she knew, Declan bowed down, and she just felt his lips kissing the lips of her cunt as if it was still delicious with the repeated smell of it before being licked again.

Margaux, on the other hand, engulfed another sensation of being pleasured through Declan's lips in her womanhood.

It was so tasty that even holding the young man's head to guide the corner of his lip to deepen what he was doing was willingly obeyed.

Margaux has another enticing feeling when Declan's naked body is placed on her feet and his lips are on her manhood, making her feel something she can't quite put her finger on.

Then she remembered that the sole reason she applied as a great secretary for Declan's company was to digest her vengeance against the man she despised.

But what's going on now? She even had sex with the man who admitted that she was really delicious to be praised!

Maybe Margaux is insane, so she'll let Declan make her happy now because the next day and every day after that, she'll never let herself undress in front of the man she despises.

Declan feels compelled to wake up on a beautiful Thursday morning. When he remembered the warm moments he had with Margaux in the very room he had just formed, he opened his eyes and smiled.

Declan leaned over to look at the girl, but the smile that had crept across his lips vanished as soon as he realized Margaux was no longer beside him.

He allowed himself to stay in bed for a few seconds, reasoning that the girl was just taking a bath.

But, after more than two minutes, the girl was still not there, and it was only then that he realized the bathroom was quiet, with no sign of Margaux's shadow taking a bath.

Declan gets up, only to discover that he is now alone, and that the clothes he threw away last night are now flattened, including his underwear.

Declan was completely taken aback. Margaux left him in the room without saying anything.

Was it difficult for that woman to wake him up and tell him she had to go home?

Declan moved quickly, even reaching for his clothes, which Margaux had left on the side table as if they were still being ironed.

He then recalls the scene from the night before. That was intense, seductive, and scorching!

But he noticed something in himself, as if he wanted to see Margaux and didn't want to lose sight of her every now and then.

As a result, he twisted his neck.

Declan was awakened a few moments later by his cellphone's ringtone, only to discover that Conrad, who had called early in the morning, had made his head burn.

Conrad's voice on the phone had already soared before he had even spoken when he answered that the call to shout it.

"Please forgive me for disturbing your rest time, sir, but the board of directors and other investors have already arrived only to begin the meeting for the next hours due to the fact that they have a lot of things to do abroad; I've called you many times, but it appears that you had a great night ahead of you last time, which is why you hadn't answered my call."

Declan closed his eyes as a result of Conrad's lengthy statement. He forgot that this is why he was quickly sent back to the Philippines to meet the prestigious investors and other board of directors he has in the company he runs.

But Declan had a new problem that was really bothering him. Margaux.

Margaux should always be the one to notify him because she is now his secretary and Conrad no longer has heavy work to spare there.

"Didn't you tell Margaux what my schedule was—"

"I haven't seen your secretary since I walked into the office, sir, and even the employees haven't noticed Margaux."

If so, could you please elaborate? Where has the maiden disappeared to?

"Leave those people in the board room to wait for me; they aren't the only personalized individuals who are busy; I, too, was busy."

"However, sir, they will begin—"

"Conrad, who is your estate boss?"

"Y-you!"

"Good. Let them wait. I'll be there in a few minutes," he said, overhearing the speaker sigh violently on the other end of the line.

"N-no problem, sir," Conrad said abruptly, hanging up the phone.

Declan has a lot on his plate right now, but what he misses most is Margaux's presence.

He looked down at the quilt, which now had a red stain on it, proving that Margaux was still a virgin when he took her the night before.

But he is undeniably savage from the moment he takes her in.

Declan reached for the towel on the rack and entered the bathroom naked to take a shower.

Declan could still feel the heat of the girl's body as the cold water dripped down on him, and his mind was still racing from everything that had happened the night before in his own home.

When he closed his eyes, he saw Margaux's face just smiling at him, as if she was attracting him.

Stupid! He's destined for failure.

"WHAT HAPPENED to you last night, Margaux? Your phone has turned off; I would have called you to say hello to what was going on when you applied as my cousin's secretary." Everly was on her way to Margaux's house the next day, accompanied by her husband Damon and daughter Derly.

She was sore down there, but she didn't let them know. Margaux didn't want to know when her friend, Declan, was the first man she slept with and, worse, he had already gotten her virginity.

When she awoke early this morning and Declan was still sleeping, she left his house with all her strength, despite the fact that it was still painful for her to step on her feet.

She also didn't understand why she sent that man because it would be a long time before she could walk properly again.

Margaux is grateful that her father has yet to return home because he will undoubtedly receive another harsh sermon.

"Hey, Marg... what happened to you and why do you still look blank? Do you have the flu?"

"H-huh?" Everly touched her forehead with the back of her hand to see if she had a fever.

"Oh my god, you're so hot."

"H-huh?" Everly looked down at her with no hesitation, having vaguely asked that question to the friend.

Her expression changed abruptly as well, from natural to coming from raising her brows.

Damon, Everly's multi-tasking husband, went out to comfort their daughter, who was complaining about how difficult it was to adjust to the new environment.

"Admit it to me, Marg... Are you into drugs?" Margaux's chest tightened as she learned from Everly that she had been accused of being a drug user.

"Why would I do that? Also, if I'm a drug user, I'm not good, am I? That drug will not have a good effect on people's bodies," she replied to her friend, but Everly continued to stare at her.

"But why don't you seem to be on your own? Are you pregnant?" The next thing she said caused Margaux to shiver all over her body.

"Don't believe what you're saying; I don't have a boyfriend in fact, so who can I bother with?" Margaux secretly applauded herself because she is the best actress.

If her best friend had known that her good cousin Declan was the first man to tear her cunt, Everly's sermon would be a painful one.

Her friend, on the other hand, insisted on narrowing her eyes and staring at her.

"When I discovered that the titanium had suddenly grown due to the Anaconda's entry—"

"Everly!" Margaux was taken aback by Everly's heinous mind and quickly covered her ears.

"Hey! You're a grown woman now, you're not young enough to act like that. You're 24 years old, okay? 24 years old," Everly said, still covering her ears.

She was about to say something when Damon burst into the lobby, his clothes tangled and his hair still frizzy as if it had changed appearance.

Margaux noticed that Baby Derly was crying as well.

When baby Derly saw her friend, they both turned to the man and his daughter, who were already sweating and crying, and raised their hands to Eve.

"What happened, Dame?" Damon inquired. Margaux got up as well as a result of this.

"I think she wants to breastfeed; I didn't want to bother you, but the baby was already crying and pulling my hair when our son realized I wasn't going in."

"Baby Derly is just as spoiled as you, so I just followed," Margaux laughed as Everly observed her husband say that.

"How can I—" Everly's voice trailed off as baby Derly's cries became more audible.

After that, the couple decided to return home because Everly and Dame's daughter needed to sleep as well.

Her friend also advised her to rest in order to avoid overheating.

She appears to be suffering from the flu at the moment, as she is also experiencing symptoms.

Margaux simply stared at the two as they entered their own home.

Margaux winced and was overcome with pain in the middle of her thighs as soon as she shut the gate to the house.

Margaux didn't notice her walk because she had guests in the house at the time, so she could only enjoy it now.

She took a series of steps as she slowly rose to her feet.

"That Declan animal, why is that one's penis XL size?" she moaned softly to herself before continuing on her way.

Margaux was about to sit on the extremely soft sofa to rest her hips when her doorbell rang again.

Margaux bit her lower lip in annoyance; what else did Everly need, even though they hadn't forgotten anything when the couple left her house?

"Come on, Eve!" she yelled, hesitantly, but she managed to run. Margaux insisted, despite the pain, and simply stopped walking when she felt the pain intensify in part of her delicacy.

"What brought you back here, Eve—" Margaux was speechless. Her lips parted as she looked at an unexpected visitor in her front door.

It wasn't Everly, but... But Declan.

"What do you need from me, and why have you come to my house?" But instead of responding, the man just stared at her intently.

"You don't want to answer?" Margaux was about to shut the door when he quickly blocked his hands to keep her from doing so.

Declan then took the initiative and spoke up.

"What is your reason for being so impolite?"

Why? The man in front of her, on the other hand, is the reason for her unsteady gait.

"And why didn't you report to my office to finish what you had started the day before?" he asked.

Margaux raised an eyebrow and smirked at the young man.

"You're the one who ended up there, okay?" "Besides, I can't do any loaded works today." Because of the pain you inflicted on me the night before.

Declan, on the other hand, raised his brow openly at her.

"You are not my boss, Margaux; you have no authority over me; you are neither superior nor inferior to me."

"All right, stop," she said, putting her hands in front of Declan's.

"I understand your point; don't worry, okay? When I'm fine tomorrow morning, I'll go to work."

"Are you sick? What's the matter?" But before Margaux could protest, Declan had already kicked her in the brow, and Margaux had lost the court yet again?

"Goodness Margaux, you're sick," it said, widening the eyes as if in disbelief.

Margaux simply stared at the man before violently removing his hand from her brow.

"What if I get a fever? You can come home—"

"No!"

"Why, what would you do if — hey! Declan, what are you doing, take me down!" Declan suddenly loaded her and entered the house.

Declan even managed to close the gate with one hand while carrying her like a sack of rice.

"Declan, what's up? Hey?"

"Shut up, Margaux; where is your room? Is it just here in the living room, or is it upstairs?"

"I'm not going to tell you — where are you taking me again?"

"My instincts tell me that you have a room on the second floor, so Margaux, your wish is granted."

Oh my goodness! Why is this one so defiant?

"Stop punching my back. That's not even included. Instead, punch my face right after I'm done helping you lay in bed. Fuck Margaux, you are hotter than a lava." His statement, referring to her body temperature.

Margaux also admitted as much, claiming that this man had made her feel even worse.

Declan sat on the far side of her bed after laying her down on the bed and covering her body with a blanket.

Margaux only felt at ease after that, and she admitted to feeling relieved.

Margaux closed her eyes because she was so tired, and Declan covered her body with these thick blankets, and even though she didn't move voluntarily, was even loaded as a young man into the room, Margaux still felt like she had run fifty kilometers away.

She managed to speak despite closing her eyes.

"You may depart at this time, Declan, and please accept my gratitude for—"

"Who says I'm leaving? You're the one I sent here," he said, and Margaux opened her eyes wide.

What caused Declan to change so drastically?

It was difficult for a man to look at her even when they were both college students.

What is it, and has the man with Margaux's tone changed today?

Margaux was about to say something in response to Declan, but she was able to hold her tongue when the man touched the back of her head again.

Because of what he had done, Margaux felt as if thousands of volts of electricity were suddenly coursing through her.

"Fuck! Your heat is abnormal; I'll call my private doctor to take care of you and see if there's anything else that's bothering you."

"Don't waste your time, Declan. D-go home—"

"I'll just leave you here when I'm confident you're okay."

Margaux did nothing because the man was insistent, and she couldn't even fight back with a word because she felt like an energy was pulling with all her strength if Margaux was capable of doing so.

"Sleep," but even before she was dragged into the darkness, Margaux felt Declan's lips

press against her brow to give her a tender kiss that caused her to struggle to breathe.