Outside the door, Evander Lancaster felt no surprise, as this wasn't the first time he had come to call someone.
He shook his head with a wry smile and returned to the sofa to sit down. As long as he's still able to get angry, it means he's not too upset.
Lighting a cigarette for himself, Evander was still wrapped in a bathrobe, and his wide-open neckline revealed plenty of scratch marks on his chest—Sophia Hamilton's handiwork.
Leaning against the sofa, even his upturned chin couldn't hide his inner joy. Earlier, he had done it twice and didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he was still somewhat unsatisfied.
That feeling was truly wonderful, far more amazing than anything he had experienced before.
He felt very fortunate because... it was their first time.
Sophia was really sensitive, trembling several times beneath him.
He took another drag on his cigarette, and as he exhaled the smoke, the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
