Chapter 181 The Heat of His Palm

"Isabella…" Alexander's voice was gentle and intimate. "I'm here, Alexander," Layla answered softly, her fingers lightly brushing against his shirt collar as she moved in closer. The kiss, warm and lingering, started in the car and carried all the way to the room. The soft light from the hallway sensor illuminated their figures as Alexander's hand settled against her waist, his palm's heat seeping through her clothing. He leaned in, trapping her between the door and his body, his lips drifting away from hers to softly trace her ear, his voice hushed and thick with emotion. "Isabella… Isabella…" "Alexander…" Layla gripped the edge of his shirt, her fingers tense with anxiety. Even though her heart raced, she forced herself to meet his gaze, her eyes locking with his fiery look. His eyes seemed to belong to someone else, and the name he whispered wasn't hers, but it didn't matter. She only needed to ensure that after tonight, she could carry his child. Whoever he truly loved was irr