Miley's face crumpled when she sensed the conflicted aura surrounding Jorge. She once again grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed so he would lie beside her. She pulled his arm up and kept it below her head and used it as her pillow. Then she caged him in her arms, wrapping both her arms tightly around him, one at his waist and another one around his neck.

  Jorge had no prowess to fight with her beauty and he was bound to do as she said, just that he wished to keep his sanity intact and after those couple of drinks he had after dinner, his mind was already not so in control.

  "Miley." Jorge murmured her name in defeat with his hoarse voice. He also wanted her to be close to him, every night, to sleep in his arms like that, but… he wanted to take the next major step only after they got married.

  Having her near without doing anything was too much of a torture to bear. He ran the fingers of his other hand in her soft and shiny hair, looking at the enchanting beauty that she was, eyes brimming with love.

  How he wanted to take her to the court and sign the marriage certificate right then.

  "Yup?" Miley answered, unaware how her closeness was making Jorge question his sanity at that point.

  "I feel hot." Jorge whispered.

  Jorge was feeling the heat travelling through his body, making every part of him burn with just that simple closeness of hers, by smelling her lovely scent and feeling her soft body against his. His every cell wanted to burn up and consume him in the fire of desires.

  "Should we adjust the temperature?" Miley naively asked, a bit confused since she was feeling cold already with the low temperature level of the room. She always felt cold easily and when they were still young, Jorge would cuddle her in his arms when she felt cold and make her sleep in warmth, that was why she loved her position in his arms as Jorge's body would always give her the warmth she craved for.

  Miley heard Jorge chuckled, so Miley raised her head to look at him.

  "What's funny, huh?" she asked with pouty lips and arched eyebrows.

  Jorge pouted his lips as well and complained, "I don't know if you're really so naive or just fully charged up to torture me the whole night Miley. I bet you're doing this on purpose to make me suffer more right. Tell me my beauty… Do you really enjoy seeing me suffer so much?"

  Miley had a lopsided grin on her face, finally understanding what Jorge meant. She leaned her face closer to him and opened her mouth seductively as she looked at him with her hazy eyes. She was about to say something……

  Jorge gulped as he felt Miley's warm breath getting closer. He could no longer wait for her to tease him with words, and his hand grabbed her nape and pulled it closer so he could kiss her.

  He then rolled on top of her while his lips still satisfying himself with her taste. Miley was startled by his sudden actions, but the kiss felt too good to cut in between, so she unconsciously wrapped her arms on Jorge's neck and replied back with equal passion.

  She had never understood how difficult it was for Jorge to control himself, but when he rolled on top of her a wave of new feelings surged in her entire body and Miley didn't want him to stop or even change their position.

  Jorge kissed her deeply and his hands started to wander on her curves and as an instinct searched the hem of her top and slid inside. His hot palms touched her bare skin under her clothes and they both started floating at the moment's pleasure. Jorge caressed her soft skin and slowly his hand moved to the perky softness and gently squeezed it.

  She gasped in pleasure and could feel the warmth of his palm sending waves of sensations to her. She unconsciously moaned lightly as his hands worked under her top and his lips took charge of her lips and tongue, also giving attention to her earlobes and her neck.

  Miley wanted him to continue and never stop his hands. She instead expected some more actions and was not prepared for what was going to come next.

  Hearing Miley moan, Jorge was very close to going crazy. But he pulled out the last string of control from his mind, and he suddenly left Miley's lips and buried his face in the crook of Miley's neck. He held her tightly and tried to calm his breathing.

  "Miley… Please behave… I have taken the vow to do everything properly so don't make me lose control please. Behave if you want to sleep here and I will try my best to behave as well." Jorge muttered, unsure if he could really do that the whole night.

  "Then don't behave. Who wants you to be well behaved right now? I really don't mind a naughty Jorge who is hidden behind this well composed and self-controlled person, you see." Miley bashfully replied.

  His abruptly stopping made her crave for his touch a little more and that was the first time she understood how empty her claims of extending the marriage were going to be going forward.

  Her cheeks turned red when she realised what she wanted from Jorge at that moment, but she kept her eyes directed towards Jorge. She was feeling at a loss when he stopped his actions and pulled his hand out from her top, but she had sobered up and knew it would be better to stop……

  "Stop now Miley, don't force me to take you here and right now…" Jorge pleaded because he would never have a second thought if Miley would invite like that.

  Miley gently pushed him so she could see his face clearly. Jorge kissed her forehead as he whispered, "Sleep now. I will cuddle you all night."

  *******

  One morning.

  Gale sat near Gilbert's graveyard and put the flowers she brought there. It was a bunch of his favorite flowers, white roses. She bit her lips as she tried her best not to cry once more. White roses… He used to say, were like her. He treated her so well. She smiled, reminiscing all those splendid memories she had with her husband.

  She had been visiting his resting place every day since she was released from the detention center.

  "I am here again… Gilbert. How are you doing?" Gale whispered with a sigh.

  "I'm in a dilemma. I don't know what to do. But I want you to get justice and get back everything from your uncle up to the last cent…" she added.

  She could not remember how many times she had been saying that whenever she would visit his graveyard. It was the same sentiment all over again. But then today she finally came up with a decision.

  "Last night I gave it a thought again and finally I have decided to join hands with Noah. I will contact him today. I think it's a good deal of letting him buy half of your shares. Letting him manage your company instead of it going to your murderer. I don't want Liam to get involved in this matter anymore because that would be too shameless of me." Gale whispered with a smirk.

  She stood up after some time to go back, but halted when she saw unfamiliar men approaching her from two sides. She could feel with her instinct that those men were someone who would do no good to her, so Gale stepped back.

  She looked around, checking for the easiest direction back to a road and asked for help. Then she quickly moved and ran as fast as she could.

  "Damn!" she cursed when she tripped, but she immediately got back on her knees to run back to the road, leaving her heels behind. She ran as fast as she could because she knew she was being chased by those goons.

  She halted when a black car stopped before her. The door opened, and she heard the familiar voice of a man shout, "Get in! Quick!"