His Domineering Lover
Chapter 474

The course lasted for two hours, and Wilson was patient and attentive. Tracey kept making notes, more serious than she had been in college.

When the clock pointer stopped at ten, Wilson paused, "Well, let's call it a day."

Wilson taught her a lot, so Tracey bowed with gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Wallace. I will come at the same time tomorrow night."

"OK."

The topics between them were all about perfume, at which Tracey felt relieved.

Adam looked like an ant on a hot pan in the past two hours, while Steve, crossing his legs, teased, "You have a big heart on this matter. Don't you worry that something will happen between them?" "If you were me, would you stop her?" Adam asked.

Steve was wordless because he shared the same mind with Adam. For her sake, Tracey would always have her way.

Adam and Steve had a casual talk, which enabled them to rediscover each other, as they shared lots of the same ideas.

Tracey came back, "You two had a good time!"

At the door, Tracey saw Steve and Adam each holding a cup of red wine. The wine party had lasted for a while.

"Come here." At the sight of Tracey, Adam beckoned her over peremptorily. Tracey walked toward Adam after putting on a pair of slippers.

When Tracey walked close enough, Adam pulled her into his arms. Steve put down the wine glass, "Well, well, what is it? Any respect for a bachelor like me?"

"You may leave now, Bachelor. "The man drove Steve out, as their happy small talk ended the second Tracey was back.

"Your deeds are worse than kicking down the ladder!" Steve was hurt and took his way out, as what happened next between the couple might be unbearable for him.

Hearing that the door was closed, Adam put Tracey down on the sofa, "Anything happened?"

There was a smell of red wine around Adam. Tracy understood his anxiety. So she took the initiative to pull Adam's head down to soothe him.

"Adam, relax. He didn't talk nonsense or forget himself at all."

"That's good." Adam breathed near her ear. Then his hot lips landed on her ear.

It was a pity to waste the precious time, so Adam decided to do something significant during his trip here.

There was no resistance, as Tracey didn't like beating the air. Another rosy memory was left in Tracey's private space.

It was a long night. They felt like having a holiday.

It had been a long time since Tracey's last sleeping in. At half-past seven, Tracey tried to get up but failed because of tiredness.

When Tracey, just awake, was hesitant about getting up, the man lying next to her penetrated her struggle. He kissed her forehead, "You may sleep for a while if you like, as it is not a working day." Tracey was persuaded. She closed her eyes to sleep. When Tracey woke up again, it was 11 o'clock.

There was no sight of Adam, so Tracey guessed he had left without saying goodbye. She felt it reasonable, as Adam's trip to the US was on the spur of the moment, and he had lots of work to do. But Tracey still felt sad at his departure. Putting on one of Adam's shirts, Tracey left the bedroom.

"Adam, are you here?" Tracey asked. Some noise came from the kitchen before Adam responded.

"You're up. Go wash up. The lunch will be ready soon." Adam in an apron appeared at the door of the kitchen, with a spatula in his hand.

Both of them were surprised by the dressing of the other party. Adam wore a white shirt, Tracey's favorite, and ninth pants with a tapered leg.

His black bang was hanging on the forehead, while he rolled his sleeves up around his elbows. Adam looked like a pop idol.

But the woman apron damaged his handsome image.

Adam was fascinated by Tracey. Tracey wore a large-sized shirt only, which hanged on her loosely.

The shirt was long enough to cover her hip, but her slender legs were naked. Her slightly curled long hairs scattered around the shirt.

She looked at Adam with sleepy eyes. Her look was obviously seductive for any man.

"Adam, you didn't leave?" Tracey felt relieved at the sight of Adam, and her drowsiness disappeared.

Walking toward the barefoot woman, Adam asked, "Why don't you put on your slippers again?"

Tracey, who was lifted up by Adam, put her hands around Adam's neck and nestled in his arms, "I was anxious to check if you already left."

"Silly girl, I won't leave without saying goodbye." Adam took Tracey to the bedroom and landed her on the bed with caution.

Tracey sat there lethargically with her smooth shoulders exposed from the shirt. Adam felt horny and pulled the shirt to cover her shoulders.

Adam had both the strength and the mind to make out. But his concerns about Tracey's health and stomach stopped him.

"Adam, you don't cook. Why..." She snickered with her hands over the mouth.

"Are you laughing at me? I spent the whole morning studying recipes and cooking. You are ungrateful! Go wash up. Time for lunch." Adam stroked Tracey's head. "Okay." Tracey curved her lips into a smile, which was as dazzling and charming as the sunshine.

Adam left before losing control of himself, as he felt horny for Tracey now.

Tracey felt good, as such leisure was rare for her. She made the bed after getting change. Then she washed up before leaving the bedroom.

Tracey carefully set the table, including the bowls and chopsticks, "Adam, I'm hungry."

"One sec." Adam, coming out with the dishes, saw Tracey sitting beside the table obediently like a child.

Holding her chin with both hands, Tracey looked at Adam with a bright smile. Tracey, in a big sweater, looked both warm and soft under the autumn sun.

When the lunch was ready, Adam realized that this moment was all he yearned for.

Like a newly married couple, they looked at each other sweetly, and happy bubbles popped up around them.