When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1115

After that, the topic was never broached again-until now.

Lost in contemplation, Miley was suddenly swept away by Neville’s ki*s.

She felt his dominance as he passionately explored her mouth.

It was as if she, too, were under the influence of some intoxicating force.

Tilting her head back, she endured his ki*ses.

Neville’s Lips traveled from her earlobe to the tender skin of her neck, his deep voice echoing with sensuality.

“Miley, don’t leave me…”

“I won’t leave you…” Miley moaned lightly, tickled by his ki*ses.

The room grew warmer, the heat rising swiftly.

Neville gently took hold of both of Miley’s hands, securing them above her head.

His lips left hers, moving to the tender spot behind her ear.

His deep breaths poured into her ear.

Sparks of desire flared as his hands roamed.

Miley felt like the air in her chest was vanishing, her breaths becoming heavier with each touch.

Suddenly, Neville halted his actions.

His bloodshot eyes met Miley’s, her collar slightly open, and desire evident in her eyes.

Their noses touched, and their heated breaths intertwined.

Confused, Miley looked at Neville.

Neville looked away.

“I’m sorry.

I’ve had too much to drink.

”

He released her hands, stood up, and covered her with a blanket.

Miley sat up, supported by her arms, a profound sense of loss filling her.

Her smile was bitter.

“It’s okay.

”

Seemingly oblivious to the desolation in her voice, Neville grabbed his suit jacket and spoke without looking back.

“I’ll leave.

You get some rest now.

”

He shut the door firmly behind him and walked away.

Miley gazed at the closed door, sinking into the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees.

She buried her face, tears streaming down silently.