Chapter 872

Chapter 872:

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When Elin entered, the loud music hit her ears loudly. Having never been in a bar, the thick smoke made it difficult to keep his eyes open.

Elin had only taken a few steps when a man with dreadlocks blocked her and said, "Girl, are you here alone?"

Elin tried to walk away, but he insisted. "Don't go, little girl," he said, scrutinizing Elin's schoolgirl outfit, which, although out of place, highlighted her innocent beauty.

«Is this your first visit? "Let me teach you how to have fun," he offered, trying to put his arm around her shoulders.

Elin started to run, and the dreadlocked man chased her for a long time.

Elin hid in an empty chamber, luckily escaping further pursuit. She looked at the decoration of the room, which reminded her of the photos of business meetings that Erick often sent her.

This camera looked like the ones in Erick's photos, and he began checking each camera through the gaps.

Finally, in a chamber, Elin found Erick lying on a couch. He rushed in and saw that his forehead was bleeding, confirming that he had indeed been involved in a fight.

Elin, her heart racing, stepped forward and grabbed Erick's hand.

"Mr. Foster, what's wrong with...?

Before Elin could complete her words, Erick's eyes snapped open, revealing bloodshot and streaked eyes that gave him a terrifying look, clearly altered by alcohol.

Elin stepped back in shock and said in a low voice, “Mr. Foster..."

Suddenly, Erick pulled Elin closer and his warm lips met hers, kissing her.

Elin's eyes widened, completely unable to react. At eighteen, she had never even held a boy's hand, much less shared a kiss.

However, despite her innocence, Elin was aware that Erick was drunk.

His behavior probably wasn't all his own. Alcohol probably had something to do with it.

Remembering her mother's words, Elin quickly tried to push him away, her words muffled against his mouth. "Mr. Foster, see me clearly..."

Erick loosened his grip a little and frowned as he looked at her. “Little Elin?”

Caught in his tight embrace, Elin nodded quickly and said, "Let's go home, Mr. Foster."

Erick, who was not fully conscious, pinched Elin's chin, his voice softer and less rational than usual. «Help me…»

Those words detonated like a bomb in Elin's mind. This soft and gentle side of him was new to her. Bitterly acknowledging his distance, she did not dare to imagine him so tender.

Erick's lips approached once more, gently sucking on Elin's soft earlobe, changing the atmosphere in an instant.

Elin blushed; His eyes went unfocused, unable to refuse. Since it was Erick, the man she was in love with, she felt obligated to accept whatever came next.

The next process was not so pleasant. Erick rushed to kiss Elin, penetrating her urgently. He seemed dull, as his body was unbearably hot, as if it were a piece of incandescent metal.

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