The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 445 - 456 You Still Have Me (1)

Mia instinctively tightened her arms around his neck.

She looked at him in shock and whispered, "Brother Jackson."

The two had just walked into the courtyard. The silver-white moonlight enveloped Koa Jackson’s face, making his features even more striking and distinguished. He lowered his head, glanced deeply at Mia, and then, with determined steps, continued walking.

Without a word, his arms holding her were tense and powerful.

Mia nestled in his arms, her heart suddenly racing, thumping as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

Koa Jackson carried her all the way to the room.

Without turning on the lights, he bent down and gently placed her on the soft, large bed. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He straightened up and stood by the bed, watching her.

The clear, bright moonlight of the winter night shone through the floor-to-ceiling window. It was so quiet inside the room that the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo outside could clearly reach their ears.

Mia bit her lip, looking at him, only feeling breathless.

Koa stood by the bed, and as she looked up at him, he seemed even taller and more imposing.

The pressure was intense.

Koa said nothing. His long, fair fingers fell upon the buttons of his black coat, slowly undoing them one by one in front of her. He then tossed it onto the nearby sofa.

Next, he unbuttoned his suit jacket in the same manner.

He tossed that onto the sofa as well.

The clothes landed with a muffled thump.

Without so much as a furrow of his brow, he looked at Mia, his long, fair fingers continuing to remove his black vest.

In the end—

He was left with only his shirt and trousers.

"Brother Jackson."

Mia felt as if this process was sheer torture.

Her heart seemed to roll and boil in hot oil, burning, scalding, unbearable.

She called to him softly, looking at him, her voice gentle.

"Little One."

Koa stood by the bed, appearing to take a deep breath. He bent down, took off her shoes, and helped her stand up.

Mia stood on the bed barefoot, just a little taller than him.

Koa grasped her soft little hand, guiding it to his belt buckle, his voice deep, "Help me take it off."

Mia was momentarily stunned.

Her fingers touched his belt, trembling, unsure if it was from excitement or fear.

Mia’s mind went blank for a moment, and once again, she felt a surge of heat.

Koa removed the long down jacket she had worn over her clothes.

They had attended an evening event, and underneath, she only wore a fitted little dress.

...

Mia stood on the bed, but it felt as if she were stepping on cotton, unable to stand firm.

Her fingers struggled with his belt for a long time without success.

Koa wrapped one arm around her lower back, reached over with the other hand, helped her pull out the belt, and guided her fingers to his shirt buttons.

The shirt floated down to the ground.

Somehow, the two tumbled onto the bed.

Koa leaned over Mia, his bare chest firm and taut, unlike his icy fingers, but warm and pulsing with strength. The masculine scent overwhelmed her in an instant.

Mia swallowed, staring at him with a dazed expression.

The temperature in the room gradually rose.

Soon, the sound of their light breaths echoed up and down.