Chapter 511 Always Be Together

In the dimly lit room, Sean's and Norah's deep, heavy breathing grew Increasingly apparent.

Norah was the type of person who, once committed, devoted herself wholeheartedly to the relationship. For her, intimacy would unfold naturally and serve as a catalyst for building strong connections.

Armed with plenty of theoretical knowledge, she hadn't had the chance to put it into practice. Looking at Sean, with his exceptionally fit physique, she couldn't help but swallow hard.

Their mutual compatibility led them both to euphoria.

As she reached climax, it felt as if fireworks were exploding in her mind. Later, she lay on his chest, relishing the lingering sensation.

Her body felt soft and tingly all over; it was no wonder some people became addicted to carnal desires.

However, indulging too much could harm the health; moderation was key. Her fingers traced circles on Sean's chest. Judging by his sculpted physique, she assumed he must work out diligently; his toned body seemed

almost surreal!

"Darling..."

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, raw from their lovemaking.

Sean's left hand rested on her smooth shoulder. Seeing his attractive and delectable girlfriend inevitably stirred his desire, but Norah had made it clear she didn't appreciate unexpected intimacies.

After their previous encounter, he always yearned for that intoxicating feeling again.

Truth be told, during his time with Norah, he had thought about it countless times.

Feeling the hand on her shoulder becoming restless, Norah caught it quickly. "I'm tired, and we have work tomorrow."

Sean contemplated suggesting she quit her job, but recalling her previous words, he opted for silence.

Everyone had the right to choose their own path in life. Whether immersing themselves in work, living leisurely, or struggling for existence, life wasn't

predetermined but a matter of personal choice. "Honey, we'll always be together."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, affirming his commitment.

The promises exchanged in bed only needed a hint of belief. She murmured softly in response, "Yeah, we will." In this moment, their souls harmonized, and their love felt palpable, not

fragile like a bubble on the verge of bursting. The future remained uncertain, underscoring the importance of cherishing

the present. She eased her mind, nestled in his comforting embrace, and gradually drifted into sleep.

Her gentle breathing in his arms soothed him; he lowered his gaze, tenderly brushed the hair from her ear, and quietly watched her slumber.

After a while, he adjusted their position, cradling her before succumbing to sleep himself.

Dawn broke, and sunlight pierced through the clouds.

Madeline endured a fitful sleep, tormented by the echoes of jeers from the competition.

"She didn't deserve it!"

"Get off the stage!"

Every word, like a poison-tipped dagger, viciously stabbed into her heart. She had believed herself immune to such verbal assaults, but evidently, she was mistaken.

Derek's company had secured an investment, keeping him engrossed in work and necessitating early mornings.

Feeling distressed and unable to sleep, Madeline reached for her phone

and scrolled through it, encountering several news alerts. "The Grace Cup final has concluded. Who emerged victorious? Tap to uncover the champion."

"New updates in the Glamour Club case. Who stands as the true culprit? Tap for more information.”