Chapter 511

Rosalind was certain Everett grasped her implication. Yet he had the audacity to boast about taking multiple girls on his motorcycle!

Everett remained motionless as Rosalind's fist connected with his chest.

It felt like striking granite.

Rosalind winced, shaking her hand. "Are you made of steel? That hurt!"

Everett's gaze dropped to her delicate fingers, now tinged pink.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Why did you punch me?"

Rosalind glared. "You know exactly why."

"I don’t," he replied evenly.

"Stop playing dumb," she snapped. "Who were those girls you took on your bike?"

Everett's expression remained unreadable. "My mother and Lillian."

Rosalind's breath hitched. Her porcelain skin flushed crimson. She'd assumed he meant romantic interests, not his family.

Speechless, she bit her lip.

Amusement flickered in Everett's eyes as he watched her flustered reaction. A quiet chuckle escaped him.

Rosalind stomped her foot. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Not at all," he said, though his smirk betrayed him.

She surged forward, rising on her toes until their bodies nearly touched. Her fingers pressed against the corners of his mouth. "Liar! I saw you!"

Everett retreated until his back hit the wall, effectively trapped. Her petite hands framed his face while her wide, innocent eyes held his captive.

He averted his gaze.

That's when Rosalind noticed the wound near his collarbone. "What happened here?" Her voice softened with concern.

The injury, partially hidden by his T-shirt collar, appeared raw and inflamed. Rosalind gently tugged the fabric aside, her warm breath ghosting over the cut.

Everett tensed. The sensation wasn't painful—just unsettlingly intimate. He tried to push her away. "It's nothing."

Rosalind knew better. This was from his fight with the kidnappers when he'd rushed to Harrison's rescue, then silently waited at the hospital afterward.

A surge of tenderness overwhelmed her. Rising higher on her toes, she pressed a featherlight kiss to the wound.

Everett went rigid.

Her lips brushed just below his collarbone. When she pulled back slightly, Everett cupped her forehead to create distance. "What are you doing?"

Rosalind didn’t answer. Instead, she stretched upward and captured his lips.

Everett froze.

Encouraged by his lack of resistance, Rosalind wound her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Though Everett's body remained tense, the warmth of her mouth gradually melted his resolve.

This wasn't their first kiss, but Rosalind's boldness surprised him. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips before slipping inside, igniting a fire in his veins.

That familiar, overwhelming sensation returned—the same primal urge he'd fought when drugged with aphrodisiac incense. At his age, curiosity and hormones raged uncontrollably.

His hands twitched to push her away, yet they refused to obey. His eyelids fluttered shut as, against his better judgment, he began kissing her back.