Chapter 435:

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“It’s all thanks to you, Gael—for rekindling the fire of my dream, for making me believe that dreams are never lost. Thank you so much for your kindness and support. I deeply appreciate it.”

“Little did I do. You did most of it. It was your hard work that paid off, and I’m just glad I could help.”

“Thank you,” she said wholeheartedly.

“Anything for my baby,” he said and pulled her closer by the waist before pressing his lips against hers.

Their kiss started slowly and passionately, until it became fierce and hot.

Blue’s door burst open with two hungry lips devouring each other as they entered. Without breaking apart, Gael used his leg to close the door behind them, his hands busy groping and smooching her.

They hastily pulled off their clothes, breathing heavily and gluing their bodies to each other again like magnets.

Her moans filled the room from his sucking and nibbling. When he touched her down there and felt her wetness, he lost his patience. He pleasured her until she was dripping and begging for justice.

He got in between her thighs and stared into her eyes.

“This is your first, right?”

“Hm,” she nodded.

“I’ll be gentle,” he assured.

“Ahh,” she moaned and winced.

He started gently, but the pleasure took over him. Her tightness squeezed his d*ck, and he momentarily forgot she was a virgin as he increased the pace.

Clarisse and Christian laughed as they headed upstairs, giggling and chirping.

“Ma’am.”

Their attention was called, and they both turned to see Clinton, who was smiling at them.

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This man, always smiling, Clarisse thought to herself with a smile.

This man, he just loves interrupting every moment, Christian groaned inwardly.

“What’s it?” Christian asked.

“A guest is waiting for you, ma’am. She has been waiting for hours.”

“Who’s that?”

“Mrs. Patricia.”

She wasn’t surprised, but her heart tightened, remembering everything Patricia had done to her.

“Where is she?” she asked and followed Clinton.

Christian sighed as he watched her leave.

“I believe in your decision, mama. You’ve got this,” he mumbled to himself.

Her heart was beating fast as she walked closer to where Patricia was sitting. Patricia jumped to her feet the moment she saw her. Clarisse’s mouth parted in disbelief—she would never have imagined seeing Patricia in such a state.

She looked so lean and pale. Her dress was nothing like the expensive and luxurious ones she was used to seeing her in. She had become a shadow of herself; her eyes were red, teary, and swollen, with dark circles underneath.

This is… Patricia? she asked herself again in her mind.

Clinton left immediately after leading her there, and Patricia quickly reached out to touch her.

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