Chapter 617: Chapter 617



Meanwhile, Rafael was taking Allie’s temperature while she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone, the volume up high enough for the sound of fireworks to drift into Rafael’s ears. Yet, he paid it little mind. His stay was more a matter of financial necessity than personal connection.

“Rafael, do you know what I’m watching?” Allie inquired without looking up.

Rafael didn’t reply, prompting her to show him her phone screen, where the words “Adrian loves Joelle” flashed boldly.

Adrian’s grand romantic gesture for Joelle had gone viral, capturing attention worldwide.

Allie, keen to gauge Rafael’s reaction, watched him closely, but he showed no interest, which kindled a flicker of satisfaction in her.

As Rafael turned away, Allie hugged his waist.

“Don’t feel bad. She might not want you, but I do,” she murmured into his back.

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs․cøm, your destination for tales “You’re mistaken. I’m over what happened. Trying to stir something up isn’t going to work.”

“And what does work?” Allie countered, her hands slipping under his shirt, tracing lines across his chest. “Does this get a reaction? Or do I need to do more?” Her tone was playful yet provocative as her hands ventured further.

Just as she was about to overstep, Rafael grasped her wrist firmly.

“Enough,” he commanded sharply, setting aside the thermometer.

“Rafael..”

Allie lay on her side on the bed, propping her head up with her hand, slowly pulling back the covers. The black stockings she wore extended over her knees, highlighting her shapely legs provocatively.

Rafael caught a glimpse of her daring attire beneath the covers. His resolve wavered momentarily, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly as he struggled with his self-control.

Allie’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Tell me, Rafael, who do you prefer? Me or Joelle?”

Rafael’s response was curt, betraying his irritation. “What good does such a question do for you?”

“But answering this seemingly meaningless question could be beneficial for you.” She beckoned Rafael with a finger, her face brimming with a mischievous allure.

Rafael could only think of her as a relentless tease. He sighed inwardly and, in a resigned gesture, began unbuttoning his cuffs as he approached her.

Her eyes tracked his every move, Rafael’s lean figure dominating her view under the intermittently flickering lights.

Their movements merged in the dimly lit room, punctuated by soft, involuntary moans of contentment. Allie tightened her arms around Rafael’s neck. “Let’s have a baby, shall we?”

Rafael pushed her away. “Not a chance!”

Allie broke into laughter, clutching her stomach. “I’m only joking!” As her laughter faded, her gaze turned somber, fixating on the ceiling light.

“The obstetrician said I’m infertile. Once you leave, I’ll really be alone.”

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