However, the black Maybach didn’t park on the porch after it pulled into the villa. Instead, Noah drove it to the underground garage.

The car slid down the slope all of a sudden. Before Gwynn knew what was happening, he had locked the garage door so no servant could come inside.

She didn’t suspect anything, though.

Unbuckling herself, she was about to get out of the car, but he held her slender waist. Then, he carried her and set her down on his lap before reclining his seat until it was lying flat.

He was lying on the seat while she sat on his hips, giving rise to a tantalizing yet embarrassing sight.

It was dark in the car.

He brushed her delicate cheeks and spoke in an extremely husky voice. “Did you just say I’m handy in a brawl? Is that just another way of saying I have great stamina?”

Her face flushed immediately.

He was well over forty years old, but he could really get in the mood anytime, anywhere.

There was a bulge on his deep-colored long pants. It was excepti