Chapter 485

Perhaps Erin was really drunk—or just trying to vent the grief from learning of her true roots—but she was not backing down at all. James was panting as she clung on to him, but he was still rational, and thus hesitant to take things to the next level. His eyes a little red, he growled, "Do you consent?" He had already torn open her blouse. Even so, Erin was still latched to him. There was no telling if she heard him or if she was just sick from all the alcohol, but she pressed her face against his chest and moaned, "Uh-hmm…" Her response was no different from throwing oil to fire. Unable to stop himself, James pinned her beneath himself… … An hour later, James got dressed and strode outside—there was just ten minutes until his flight, and he was late although he drove at top speed to the airport. Isaac was already waiting when he hurried into the plane and almost lost his patience. "I was held up…" James tried to explain. Still, as Isaac looked up, he saw that James's co