Chapter 342

Ella tiptoed and planted a kiss on David Davies’s chin, moving up slowly to his sharp jawline. At 27, David had definitely changed—way more polished and composed now after years in the business world, that cool edge in his looks made him even more irresistible. But Ella never worried. All she needed to do was love him with all she had. His large hand gently cradled the back of her neck, fingers playing with her soft black hair. But the longer he touched, the more his touch changed, until he suddenly scooped her up and softly laid her down onto the plush bed. “David,” she called. He answered lazily, and the next moment, the rustle of clothes filled the room as piece by piece hit the carpet. Later, with Ella curled up against him, David murmured softly, "Just one more year." One more year and Ella would be done with school and return to Caelmoor. If all went well, she'd get a job at some design institute, living the quiet life of a regular designer. David respected that. Not every rich s