?<strong>Chapter 547:</strong>


    “Alright, alright. If you’re displeased, I’ll maintain my distance from him, understood?”


    “Alright.”


    Footsteps echoed from outside, and Shawn kissed Katherine on the lips, encircling her waist. Katherine resisted, apprehensive about someone entering, as this was neither her residence nor Shawn’s—it belonged to Joelle and Adrian.


    “Enough! You might not care, but I do!”


    “Don’t move.” Shawn pressed Katherine onto the sofa, restraining her and halting her movement.


    Leah knocked on the door from outside. “Mr. Watson, Miss Nash, dinner’s ready.”


    Katherine’s voice came from inside. “Okay.”


    She adjusted her clothes, smoothing the wrinkles on her chest, and shot Shawn an exasperated nce. Shawn smiled and leaned in, whispering in Katherine’s ear, “Are we heading to your ce or mine tonight? Last time we went to yours, so shouldn’t it be my turn?”


    People often regarded Shawn as a man who transcended worldly concerns. But in reality, he possessed a profound appetite for intimacy, which asionally overwhelmed Katherine. However, since Katherine was a passionate individual, they had connected from the very first day.


    “Go to my ce again.”


    “You can’t y favorites.”


    Katherine remarked, “Your residence is devoid of essentials. The first time I visited, even the heater malfunctioned. I have work tomorrow, and preparing is quite inconvenient.”


    “I’ll have someone set things up tomorrow.” Shawn gently patted Katherine’s head. “Let me know if you need anything else. My home is your home.”


    “Sure.”


    That night, they returned to Katherine’s ce.


    As soon as they entered, Shawn effortlessly lifted Katherine onto the shoe cab.


    While enjoying a delightful meal at Joelle’s residence, Shawn and Adrian had indulged in a few drinks. Shawn’splexion was slightly flushed, his eyes carrying a tipsy haze.


    Under the ceiling light in the hallway, Shawn and Katherine shared a lingering nce, a strong connection simmering between them. As Shawn leaned in, Katherine was keenly aware of the potent aroma of alcohol emanating from him. She, too, felt the effects of the alcohol.


    Earlier, they had shown greater restraint at a different residence, but on their return journey, Katherine felt her inhibitions gradually slip away. She discarded her high heels, wrapping her arms around his neck in a carefree embrace, looking up at him and surrendering herselfpletely to the moment.


    Inadvertently, her back hit the switch on the wall, causing the living room lights to turn on. The bright light was overwhelming, hard to adjust to.


    “Katherine, you’re back,” Agate’s voice echoed as she walked out of the guest room.


    Katherine’s shirt buttons were loosely undone by Shawn, revealing her bare shoulder to the cool air. Her face flushed with warmth as she stood there, unsure whether the moment was real or just a fleeting illusion.


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