Chapter 397: Mr. Grant’s Mrs. Grant (Part 1)

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Mr. Grant’s Mrs. Grant (Part 1)

The space was narrow, surrounded by darkness. Heavy panting filled the air as the temperature inside the car climbed steadily, a heat that felt like it could scald the skin. Terrence Grant was no longer satisfied with just kissing.

Seraphina Sterling’s mind had gone completely blank. Suddenly, the seat behind her shifted, and she was lying flat on her back. Unbeknownst to her, Terrence Grant had pressed a button, turning the seats into a bed. The abrupt change snapped the disoriented Seraphina back to her senses. She glared at him furiously. "Terrence Grant, get off me!"

Seraphina Sterling’s voice was naturally soft, and in this charged atmosphere, her words sounded less like a warning and more like an invitation. Hearing her petulant cry, Terrence Grant, who was already on the brink, lost what little control he had left. With one hand, he undid a button on her blouse. "Seraphina Sterling, have you remembered your place yet?"

His voice was husky and magnetic, its deep timbre barely suppressing his intense desire. Seraphina immediately sensed grave danger. "What place?"

Terrence Grant chuckled softly, his voice laced with faint seduction. "My Mrs. Grant, of course."

"I am not!" Seraphina retorted almost instinctively.

"Are you sure you’re not?"

"Terrence Grant, you’re shameless! I’m not!" Seraphina’s cheeks flushed crimson, her soft voice seething with anger.

He paid no mind to Seraphina’s anger. He had told her countless times: she could only be his Mrs. Grant. Yet she always refused, always evaded the subject. He had watched her grow up, watched her become more and more dazzling, watched as she started to attract the gazes of other men. Today, he absolutely would not let her avoid it any longer. He had to cement his place in her heart. He would force his way in while it was still empty, take root, and grow until the day he possessed it entirely.

Suddenly, Terrence Grant crashed his lips down on hers. "It looks like I haven’t done enough, since you still don’t feel like you’re Mrs. Grant. In that case, I’ll just have to make you Mrs. Grant completely! That way, you’ll never forget!"

Seraphina could clearly feel the man on top of her, his body growing hotter, his breaths coming in heavier pants. A profound sense of crisis washed over her. "Terrence Grant! Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in an ’unripe fruit’ like me? What do you think you’re doing now? You’re a grown man, the great Mr. Grant himself! Are you really going to eat your own words?"

But it was as if Terrence Grant hadn’t heard a thing. He completely ignored her taunts, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "To win my Mrs. Grant, I don’t mind eating my words. What’s a little pride compared to having a wife?"

This time, Seraphina was truly afraid. She never imagined that beneath Terrence Grant’s unbridled arrogance, there was such a shameless side to him. "Fine! I get it! I’m the future Mrs. Grant! Just get off me, now!"𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂