Chapter 332

Ella froze for a second, then dashed toward the door—didn't even bother putting on her shoes. At the entrance, David was changing into slippers, a suitcase by his side. He was in a dark navy trench coat, looking a bit travel-worn but still annoyingly good-looking, almost glowing under the hallway light. Ella tiptoed toward him, but he still caught her. He reached out and scooped her waist into an embrace, locking her into his arms. Then, he noticed she was barefoot. Her cold feet landed on his slippers as he shrugged off his coat. His voice, deep and low, rumbled in the air: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Her arms hooked around his neck, pressed close against him. In a soft, surprised tone, she asked, "Weren’t you supposed to be back tomorrow?" Before she could finish, he silenced her with a kiss. The suitcase got shoved aside as the little girl clung to him like Velcro. He kissed her again and again—deeper, rougher. She whimpered a little, breathy and soft, asking him to take it easy