<strong>Chapter 1440:</strong>


    Lost in the afterglow, Tracy traced his jawline slowly. “Think a single round is enough for me to sing your praises?”


    A wry smile yed on Lowell’s lips. “I’m worried you’re not up for more.”


    She chuckled lightly. “Try me. I’m eager to see what I can take.”


    “Don’t overdo it,” Lowell warned.


    “Oh, afraid you can’t keep up?” Tracy teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.


    Lowell gave her cheek a yful pinch. “You cheeky thing. You have no clue what I’m capable of. Want more of my love, right? Consider it done.”


    He dove into another passionate round.


    After four breathless encounters, Tracy finally signaled defeat. “Off, you’re squashing me.”


    “You didn’t seem to mind just now,” Lowell retorted. Nheless, he rolled off obediently, drawing her in close so she rested against his chest.


    In the quiet that followed, he said almost offhandedly, “I’m going to need your phone number.”


    Tracy half-opened an eye, her voice teasing. “Why, caught feelings already? Can’t stand the thought of being apart?”


    Lowell paused, a serious tone coloring his voice. “I’m worried you’ll get pregnant and just vanish with my kid. I wouldn’t know where to start looking for you.”


    Tracy feigned disappointment, her tone yful yet pointed. “Oh, so it wasn’t about daily chats? You just wanted to keep tabs on me in case I was carrying your child?”


    Lowell cleared his throat, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. “Daily chats… certainly, that could be arranged.”


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    Tracy pressed further, a hint of a tease in her voice. “A busy man like you would find time to chat with me every day?”


    “Why not? You’re my girlfriend, after all.” Lowell watched her reaction closely as he dropped this newbel into the conversation.


    Tracy’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “So I’m your girlfriend now? Just like that? I haven’t even heard a proper confession. I don’t ept such casual offers.”


    In a sudden burst of energy, Lowell bolted upright, fetching a dozen or more luxury shopping bags from a closet andying them at her feet.


    Tracy looked at the pile of gifts, her surprise evident. “What’s all this?”


    “Presents I picked up for you. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I grabbed a little bit of everything.” Lowell handed her a paper bag, then settled back beside her.


    Tracy’s fingers delicately opened it, revealing a designer handbag. “Why would you get me this?”


    “It’s pretty standard to buy gifts for my girlfriend, right?” Lowell motioned to the bags. “Take them. Consider this my… confession.”


    Tracy’s face softened, then fell slightly. “A confession is supposed to be heartfelt words, not just gifts. I can’t ept these without a genuine, heartfelt confession.”


    She tossed the bag back at him, her voiceced with frustration. “Who needs this stupid bag, anyway?”


    Lowell looked at her, disbelief etched on his face. “It’s worth tens of thousands! You’re not even tempted? You’d just throw it back at me?”


    Tracy’s voice grew thick with—


    Genuine emotion filled her voice. “I want to hear how you feel. That’s what matters to me. Your money means nothing. I’d choose you even if you had nothing.”


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