Chapter 885 Preconceived

• Edgar made no movements. Jean pursed her lips and was about to get out of bed, but a pair of hands pulled her back.
• "I'm not up yet." His voice was muffled as he buried his head in her shoulder. Jean trembled from his hot breath. She curled her body but couldn't escape his embrace.
• "Did we not go home last night?" She tried to change the topic, but her question brought back muddled memories from last night. She turned to Edgar and met his deep-set obsidian eyes. It captivated her.