After the struggle, beads of sweat had formed on Madelyn's forehead. Her nightgown was disheveled, revealing a significant portion of her flawless skin. She was both angry and embarrassed, her expression only serving to further excite Zach.

Zach stared at her intensely, as if he wanted to see right through her.

Madelyn didn't want to meet his gaze. She turned her face to the side, focusing on the curtains. Zach couldn't resist planting a kiss on her delicate collarbone.

Margaret had already left the mansion. Madelyn and Zach were alone in there, so no matter how much Madelyn resisted, she couldn't escape his grasp. It felt like her fate was almost predetermined. Even though Zach wouldn't go all the way, she still feared that he might if he got too aroused.

In addition, with Hayson gone, it seemed like the entire Jent family had become Zach's domain.

Zach's last bit of patience had worn thin. "Well, then let me help you choose," he said as he brushed his manhood against her chin.