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His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 12

Summary for Chapter 12: His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM

Chapter summary: Chapter 12 from the book His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM by Chingis Vitali

Discover the most important events of Chapter 12, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM. With the engaging writing of Chingis Vitali, this Internet masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.

"Wait! Where are you taking me?!"

Two men grabbed my arms tightly, pushing me into the car.

I tried to struggle, but it was useless—the car was already locked.

My clothes and body were soaking wet, and the backseat was soon drenched.

Suddenly, I turned my head and realized the man was staring at me.

Reacting impulsively, I slapped his chest with both hands, shouting,"Who are you? Where are you taking me?!"

As I yelled, he rubbed his ear as if my voice had made him deaf.

Impatiently, he spoke,"Are you planning to wander the streets?"

As I looked out the window, the rain continued to pour relentlessly. I thought to myself that I definitely needed a place to sleep tonight.

And I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen this man somewhere before, but I couldn't recall where.

"So, where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there." The man narrowed his eyes, unwilling to say more.

I rolled my eyes.

Maybe it was the exhaustion from the journey, or maybe it was the calming scent on the man's body, but I soon fell asleep in the car.

Suddenly, I was awakened by the man. He told me to get out of the car.

Once I stepped out, I couldn't help but notice his striking features—his sharp nose and well-defined jaw.

"Get some rest. I'll have the maid provide you with clothes and help you take a shower."

I nodded, but my stomach was growling from hunger.

"I'll tell my assistant to prepare food for you," the man said, glancing at my stomach.

I suddenly realized that my underwear was wet, and the thought of asking the man to bring me new underwear made me hesitate.

Without thinking, I said, "It's fine. Thank you. I can wear the maid's clothes. I'll wash them myself afterward."

"Okay," he responded.

Even though he was behind the door, I could still picture his face in my mind.

I realized he wasn't just handsome—his striking features could make anyone lose their senses.

It had been so long since I'd been with a man.

Looking at his face, I somehow found my hand moving toward my body's sensitive parts.

Suddenly, reason seemed to snap back into place.

I muttered to myself, feeling my skin flush,"What the hell did I just do?"

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