?<strong>Chapter 1396:</strong>


    “Even if you can’t handle it—you’ll have no choice but to try.”


    Tracy wrapped her arms around Lowell’s neck, a softugh escaping her lips as his hands began to explore, undressing her with deliberate care.


    But just as he slid her panties down, he paused, his breath hitching.


    “Maybe we should go to a hotel instead?”


    Though Tracy had always referred to herself as his “secret lover,” he didn’t mind the idea of something more. He wouldn’t mind making her his girlfriend.


    Tracy rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.


    “You’ve already gone this far,” she chided, her voice light but firm.


    “I’m not stopping to head to a hotel.”


    Lowell chuckled at her determination, her fiery confidence leaving him with no room to argue. Without further hesitation, he leaned in, his weight pressing against her.


    Tracy felt the shift, her yful nature surfacing as she pushed against his chest.


    “Just make me feel no pain, okay?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.


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    He nodded, his gaze softening with reassurance. Yet, as he moved forward, the resistance he met made him pause, sweat forming on his brow. Despite his best efforts, her tightness made it challenging.


    “You can’t handle even a little pain?”


    “Humph! Not even a little,” she quipped, narrowing her eyes.


    Lowell sighed, adjusting his approach, his movements patient and intentional. He worked carefully, ensuring she wasfortable before slipping inside her. Even then, a small wince escaped her.


    She tapped his back lightly, a discontented frown on her face.


    “I said gentle, remember? That hurts.”


    “Sorry,” Lowell murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he lowered his head. For a moment, he froze, waiting for her approval to continue.


    Tracy, finally feeling a shift, let out a contented sigh, her discontent melting into something warmer.


    “Alright,” she said, a teasing edge returning to her voice.


    “Let’s see if you can redeem yourself.”


    It didn’t take long for Lowell to find his rhythm, his earlier hesitation reced by a growing confidence. Together, they moved in sync, their breaths mingling, the tension between them building with each moment.


    Then, just as the air between them thickened, the unmistakable buzz of a phone pierced through the atmosphere.


    Panting softly, Tracy teased him, “Answer it! What if it’s important?”


    Lowell followed her gaze to the phone resting on the table across the room. For a fleeting moment, her words crossed his mind. Could it be the hospital again? The thought spurred a sh of hesitation, but it didn’tst.


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