Chapter 301: Chapter 301

Julian Lancaster carried Nina Sinclair up to the top floor of the estate.

At this moment, Nina Sinclair seemed to sense the presence she longed for, and she greedily snuggled into Julian Lancaster’s arms, her cheek constantly rubbing against his chest.

He glanced down at Nina Sinclair; her face was flushed with an intoxicating blush, her eyes tightly shut, an unconscious behavior.

Earlier, he had already noticed through the surveillance that something was off with Nina Sinclair.

Having spent years in a world filled with deceit, Julian Lancaster knew all too well how potent these underhanded tactics could be.

He couldn’t imagine what might have happened to Nina Sinclair if he and Louis Quinn hadn’t been here today. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

Julian Lancaster kicked open the door of the private suite on the top floor and tossed Nina Sinclair onto the large bed inside. He turned around to close the door.

Locking himself in the room with Nina Sinclair, he went to the bathroom to run cold water.

After doing all this and returning to the room, he saw Nina Sinclair on the bed, stripping off due to the heat coursing through her body. Her tight and graceful figure, her porcelain white skin was exposed before him, stimulating every nerve of his.

Julian Lancaster’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, as if he was starting to feel restless.

Sharing the bed with Nina Sinclair usually was torment enough, and now seeing her was undoubtedly a severe challenge for him!

He suppressed the heat in his gaze, took a deep breath, and stepped forward, "Nina, hang in there. I’ll call the doctor right away."

The estate was in the Veridia Suburbs, and getting a doctor would take some time.

During this period, Nina Sinclair would have to endure this difficult time.

At this moment, Nina Sinclair’s eyes were blurred, her mind long gone, unable to respond to Julian Lancaster’s words; she only wanted to alleviate the discomfort inside.

As soon as he spoke, Julian Lancaster covered Nina Sinclair with the blanket beside her, but she kicked it off with her foot again.

Julian Lancaster frowned, bending down to pick up Nina Sinclair and carrying her into the bathroom, intending to use cold water to relieve her.

Once close to Julian Lancaster, Nina Sinclair’s passion ignited, she even leaned her head forward to kiss him.

Julian Lancaster had no hands free to resist, so he was forced to respond to her.

Her breath was sweet and pleasant, making Julian Lancaster’s blood surge, his eyes gradually darkened with a hint of desire, and he felt pain all over.

Beads of sweat covered his forehead, wetting the strands of hair in front, adding a hint of allure.

"Nina, don’t move around, I might not be able to control myself."

By the time they entered the bathroom, both were already in disarray, breathing heavily.

Julian Lancaster maintained a bit of rationality, his voice hoarse, "Do you know who I am?"

Nina Sinclair was already out of her senses, but her red lips unconsciously uttered three words: "Julian... Julian Lancaster..."

Perhaps in the last second before losing consciousness, Julian Lancaster was the one on her mind, hoping he would come to save her.

Hearing Nina Sinclair softly calling his name made Julian Lancaster’s pupils constrict slightly.

Initially, he hesitated because of Nina Sinclair and Ethan Sherman, not wanting to take advantage of her, fearing she might regret it later; otherwise, he would have done it that day.

But after learning about Ethan Sherman and her relationship, there was nothing left to consider; after all, he and Nina Sinclair were husband and wife. This time, he wanted her to truly be his woman!

He lowered his head to kiss her lips, his large palm fixed on the back of her head while the other hand removed the last barrier from her body.

Nina Sinclair had long melted under him like water, allowing him to take what he wanted, devouring her completely.

The room was filled with ambiguity, passionate and fervent.