True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1206

Zachary did not move. He only looked at Yvonne's blushing face, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Only when Yvonne kissed him did she feel like she was really daring.

She had actually taken the initiative to seduce him.

However, he just went with it and did not take anything further.

Zachary had waited for a long time and couldn't wait any longer.

Suddenly, she felt pressure on her waist.

Zachary was strong and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Yvonne opened her mouth in alarm. His tongue went in without invitation. He was smooth.

"You're too slow!" Zachary said in a low voice for a while, "But, I forgive you."

Yvonne was startled.

"Really?"

"Yes," Zachary nodded.

Yvonne became happy and asked excitedly, "Then, you really won't get angry at me over this in the future?"

"I'm a man," Zachary said.

Yvonne blinked her eyes and nodded her head. In a serious voice, she said, "I know that you are a man. You have already proven yourself many times."

Her words were outright flirtatious.

Zachary hugged Yvonne tighter.

"Do you know? You talking like this makes me very excited?" he said in a low and hoarse voice.

Yvonne stared at him blankly for a moment. She bit her lips and said boldly, "Your voice has already proven you're extremely excited right now. And it seems that your body is as well."

She felt it.

Zachary froze again, "Yvonne, you really are a siren."

Yvonne's arms wrapped around his waist. She gently touched his waist and said, "Yeah, I am a siren. What does it make you, then? A demon catcher?"

Zachary sighed and said faintly, "I am your man, your only man."

Yvonne became embarrassed as she got flustered. She muttered embarrassingly, "Yeah, I'm useless. My soul and body recognize you as its master. You're the only one I like." Zachary smiled.

Such a confession had greatly satisfied his pride as a man.

Perhaps that was the case in a man's world. He had to have absolute power and dominance over his woman.

Yvonne was his.

This power was absolute; no one could change it.

Seeing how he smiled, Yvonne took a deep breath. The alcohol was enough to boost her courage, so she took in a deep breath, hoping that she could be at her boldest.

But when it was time to really do it, she couldn't help but feel afraid and guilty.

Zachary looked at Yvonne with eyes full of amusement and said, "Isn't the reason you drank wine before coming in was so that you could do something to me?"

Yvonne was stunned. She suddenly recalled her original plan, and she nodded her head uselessly, admitting honestly, "To be honest, I was worried that you were still angry. So, I wanted to make you happy; I don't want you to be angry anymore."

Angry?

He was indeed furious before.

Now, seeing her like this, he naturally held back all of his anger.

Yvonne's gaze met his, her hand resting on his chest, her eyes full of expectation. "Zachary, you forgave me just now. Can you promise me that you won't blame your dad?"

Zachary narrowed his eyes tightly; he no longer blamed his father.

Of course.

There was no point in blaming him anymore. After all, his father had passed away many years ago.

"Actually, he did this for your own good," Yvonne said softly. "No matter what, we should thank him."

"Shh!" Zachary suddenly reached out his finger and put it on her slightly red and swollen lips that he had kissed. There was a little bit of warmness in his fingertip; it brought an unspeakable feeling when it fell on her tender lips. Yvonne couldn't help but shrink, her body trembling.

Then, Zachary smiled.

He laughed, and his eyes deepened.

Yvonne was even more embarrassed. She lowered her head and did not dare look into Zachary's eyes.

He lowered his eyes, and Yvonne's delicate pink face was reflected in his eyes. He saw that her face was even redder. She was beautiful beyond description.

Yvonne had always been in his heart for the past few years.

Not enough.

Zachary really felt that he was easily addicted to this woman.

His hand was still on her lips, gently caressing them, full of love.

Yvonne froze slightly. Her long eyelashes trembled gently, and she blinked.

The next second, Zachary suddenly said, "Yvonne, I'll let this all go."

"Ah?" Yvonne quickly raised her eyes and was stunned again. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but smile.

She was a little excited, and she was panting. Her beating chest showed that she was really affected by her emotions at the moment.

"Zachary, then let's not talk about the past anymore, okay?" "Okay," He nodded. His tone was firm and slow.

Yvonne smiled. She saw the answer in Zachary's eyes, also a deep and serene light.

That was desire.

Maybe it was the desire to have a happy future, or perhaps, even more, it was her at that moment.

Yvonne realized that she needed to start taking action now. From the moment she entered the room until now, they had wasted a lot of time.

As for her, if she didn't give him enough in return, it would seem that she hadn't lived up to his consideration of her.

Yvonne pulled his hand down and held it in hers, saying, "Zachary, come."

Zachary was stunned and followed her to the bedroom.

Yvonne pushed him to the side of the bed and sat down.

At that moment, Zachary's eyes narrowed again.

Yvonne, on the other hand, ran away.

He saw Yvonne run to the window and close the curtains.

All of a sudden, they were isolated from the outside world.

No one could see what was happening inside.

Under the light, Zachary sat by the window. He was tall, slender, and his legs were long like a model's. He sat leisurely on the bed with his hands propping him up. He looked relaxed. Yvonne returned. She stood in front of him, pursing her lips. Her eyes flickered, not daring to look around.

Zachary did not say anything either.

Yvonne stood in front of him and waited. When she saw that Zachary didn't say anything after a long time, she mustered up her courage and said, "Zachary, I... I'm not that good at all at this. You... Try to bear with me."

Zachary's voice tightened and became a little hoarse, and there was a touch of seduction in his tone. He said, "I will certainly not mind if you're taking the initiative to make me happy; I only have joy.11 Yvonne's hand clenched into a fist, and she released it. Then, she sat on his lap.

Zachary looked at her from inches apart.

Yvonne took a deep breath, her heart beating like a drum.

She blushed and reached towards Zachary's tie. After trying for a while, she managed to untie his tie.

The man was silent for a moment, but his breathing was obviously heavier.

Yvonne forced herself to smile and said, "I really don't know how to do this."

"Learn," His voice became more hoarse. "You have to get used to it. We still have a long way to go in the future. I need you to continue treating me like this."

Yvonne was even more nervous; even her hands shook a bit.