Sorry, We're Divorced
After seeing Yvette off, Noelle hurried upstairs, hid in her bedroom, and took the pills.
As night fell, Noelle retired to bed early after taking a shower. Quentin settled beside her, his obsidian eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned over, pressing her beneath him. "You still haven't told me which position you prefer."
Her cheeks heated up again. Gazing into his scorching eyes, she pleaded softly, "Quentin, I-It hurts down there. Could we do it another day?"
Her large eyes held a silent plea, and her voice was a gentle whisper. However, deep down, she was incredibly nervous, afraid that he would disregard her plea and take her. She had just taken an emergency contraceptive pill and could
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