The Mafia Prince’s Naughty Angel - Chapter 125
Everything that happened since the bathroom pipe burst felt like a blur once Angela had calmed down. Did that just happen? Did that really happen? The incident seemed like a nightmare and she waited to wake up from it. But with Gael’s arms around her, she knew that it was real.
He stroked her back as she leaned against his chest, allowing herself to succumb to his touch because it felt so good, and she needed it.
However, she could only clutch his wet shirt, despite wanting to circle her arms around his torso. And they stayed in the same position for a minute.
When Angela finally snapped out of it, she slowly pulled away from him. She met his worried gaze, and she couldn’t say anything to him because of her embarrassing situation. His stare briefly lowered, then he immediately looked away and released her.
“You should get changed,” Gael muttered before clearing his throat and walking out of her bedroom.
