Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced

"Stop, Mr. Farrell! I have no interest in pursuing anything further," she stammered, her voice trembling as he cornered her against the wall. "Oh, is that right, little Nymphaea?" The familiar pet name sent shivers down her spine, evoking emotions she desperately wished to suppress. She clenched her jaw, regaining her composure, and tried to kick him, but he anticipated her move, catching her leg with a smirk while his hand began to gently explore her thighs. She gasped in surprise, not expecting such an advance. "You may not want me, but your body sure does," he said, inhaling deeply. "It's evident how much you desire me, the way you're湿润 now." Despite their tumultuous past, Almyra had married Xavier after a disastrous one-night stand, hoping for a chance at love. However, his emotional absence left her feeling unfulfilled. Growing tired of the situation, she presented him with divorce papers. Now, as she attempts to distance herself, her ex-husband refuses to let go, turning into a romantic and seductive force that leaves her heart racing. "Mr. Farrell, please understand, we are divorced," she pleaded, trying to maintain her resolve.