Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Wilson's last sentence carried somewhat of a pitiful tone.

Yvette's grin deepened. Then, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pecked his lips. "Okay. I won't let anyone call me that anymore. I will be your sweetheart and no one else's."

Wilson was appeased just like that. His sexy lips curled into a grin, and his eyes were filled with amusement as he pulled her into his arms.

"That's right. You're mine alone."

Yvette's ear burned. She pursed her lips and changed the topic. "How did things go on your side?"

Wilson held her slender waist. He lowered his head and kissed her reddened ear. Then, he chuckled and said, "I'm almost done on my end, baby. We're going to leave this country first thing in the morning."

"Okay." Yvette was okay with this arrangement. Tomorrow would be the International Medical Congress' competition, so she had to get back.

"Go back and get some sleep. We have to leave tomorrow," she said.

However, Wilson didn't let go of Yvette. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist. There was a subtle hint of amusement in his captivating eyes.

"The night is still young, baby."

"Hmm?" Yvette cocked her head to the side.

"We can do something naughty." Wilson's deep and charming voice rose in the air. It was husky and seductive. Before Yvette could respond, he was already showering her with kisses.

"Mmph..." Yvette couldn't take it and moaned a little. Not only did Wilson not let her go, but he actually went further. His hand, which was delicate and as exquisite as a piece of art, slipped underneath her clothes.

Wilson's fingertips were rough, and Yvette felt as if he set her skin on fire

everywhere he touched. She was trembling violently.

Then, she sensed that he was getting increasingly bold. Her fair and delicate face was as red as a tomato, and she reached out to shove him away.

"Sweetheart." Wilson's deep and charming voice was laced with thick affection and longing. His seductive tone was so overwhelming that it made Yvette's body involuntarily go limp.

"Will you be good?"noveldrama

This was the first time Yvette had heard Wilson address her this way. Her long eyebrows twitched, and her heart skipped a beat. Then, she silently allowed him to act bolder.

It was impossible to withstand the womanizer's charms.

The next day, Madison was at the venue for the International Medical Congress' competition. "This is bad. Why isn't Yvie back yet?"

She and the others were anxiously pacing back and forth in the lounge. All of them were visibly concerned.

"That's right. It's almost time for the competition."

"If Yvie doesn't come back now, she won't be able to make it in time for the competition."

There was a rule in the International Medical Congress' competition. If a contestant didn't show up at the designated time, he or she would be forbidden from participating.

"I knew it. Croedalians are just trash! Yvette is so scared that she refuses to participate in the competition." Estelle cackled.

She was still the same cocky and showy lady she always was. She was supported by a group of Yarrow University students, and all of them put her on a pedestal, enabling her to be excessively arrogant.

"Ms. Locke is right. Yvette must've gotten cold feet. That's why she didn't dare to

show up!" The people behind Estelle immediately went along with her.

"Exactly. It's just as Ms. Locke said. All Croedalians are hot garbage!"