In the yard, Jamie stood for a couple more minutes, finally realizing that Sara wasn't planning to come out and see him. His handsome face turned icy. He adjusted his glasses, expressionless, and walked away without a word.
However, he had only taken one step when he heard a sound behind him, and he instinctively turned around to see Sara coming out of the hallway.
She was dripping water from head to toe, her hair was soaking wet and pulled back, and she looked like she had just been pulled out of the water. Her toes and the pale, naked legs beneath them collided with Jamie's eyes, making it hard for him to breathe.
He dared not look any longer and quickly looked up, only to see his black suit wrapped around her.
Because it was too big, the hem covered her thighs, and her hands were gripping the collar of the jacket on both sides, blocking her private parts tightly, but it only made people think more about what was hidden under the clothes.
Especially since it was the same suit he had worn that day.
Meeting her wide, startled eyes, still damp and doe-like, Jamie felt a stirring sensation, an undeniable reaction that he thought had settled just moments ago.
He quickly regulated his breathing and tried to keep his voice steady, "Sorry."
Sara also tried to appear composed, "It's okay."
She was actually freaking out inside. When she saw that Jamie was still in the yard, she even wondered if she should check her horoscope to see if today was marked as "Sara 's Ultimate Embarrassment Day."
Fortunately, she had checked herself in the mirror before coming out to make sure that she wouldn't be exposed, which allowed her to maintain a sense of composure as an adult and avoid running away in a panic in front of Jamie again.
Looking at Jamie's expression again, she couldn't help but suspect that even if she really did expose herself, she would probably be the only one embarrassed, as he looked so calm that Sara even felt defeated.
But the next moment, she quickly shook her head to get rid of her ridiculous thoughts.
What was she defeated about? If Jamie were as panicked as her, it would be even more embarrassing.
Both lost in their own thoughts, the yard fell silent again. After a moment, Sara quietly took a step back and said, "Maybe you should go first..."
She had planned to retreat behind the living room door and wait for Jamie to leave before coming out, but she didn't expect that a large puddle had formed where she was standing. As she stepped back, her foot instantly slipped. She quickly tried to regain her footing, but the tiles in that area were all slippery. Within seconds, she lost her balance completely and fell forward without any ability to resist.
Sara's eyes widened with fear as she saw the stairs and concrete floor getting closer and closer, but her first instinct was not to worry about hurting herself if she fell like this.
Instead, she felt a desperate thought that if she fell like this, she would definitely expose herself.
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out, and the next moment, Sara fell into a broad embrace. However, due to the momentum, she still couldn't avoid falling to the ground.
Jamie's hands, still wrapped in the fabric of his suit, gripped her waist tightly, pulling her into his embrace and cushioning her fall with his own body.
After falling to the ground, he groaned painfully, but his first reaction was to ask Sara, "Are you okay?"
Sara lay motionless, feeling utterly defeated as she thought, "I probably shouldn't have come back."
She had hoped to come back and clear her mind, but now she felt even more troubled. Trying to avoid Jamie to prevent any awkwardness had backfired spectacularly. In just a short time, she had embarrassed herself so much that she felt she couldn't face anyone.
As she thought about all of this, she wished she could dig a hole on the spot and bury herself. The embarrassing mood spread, and she tried to hide herself.
However, Jamie suddenly tightened her waist, and after a more painful groan, he no longer maintained his composure, his hoarse voice saying, "Don't move."
Sara, inexperienced in matters of the heart, froze for a moment as she belatedly sensed something amiss. The undertones in the man's voice carried an intensity of desire too thick to ignore.
From her chest to her abdomen, Sara s front was pressed against the man's body, separated only by a thin shirt. She could even feel his slightly cooler body temperature seeping through the fabric onto her skin. Her breasts were squished and one nipple was pressed against a shirt button, sending a tingling sensation through her scalp.
She realized that she was lying naked on Jamie's body.
The suit jacket had long since been thrown open, and only Jamie was holding her waist to keep the small piece that had not yet fallen off, barely covering her hips and waist, and her bare back was starting to get a fine layer of goose bumps in the air.
Her voice trembled badly along with her body: "I might as well die."
"Don't shiver," Jamie gasped, his neck veins bulging out, and he tightened his grip on her waist with his hand, trying to steady her trembling body: "Let's go back inside first."
He didn't close the front door, although most of the villagers were chatting at the village entrance, but he couldn't guarantee that no one would pass by.
Sara had resigned herself to her fate, remaining silent in his arms. Jamie draped his suit jacket back over her, securing it with one hand behind her back while using the other to push himself up. In the process, his firm arousal inevitably brushed against her, causing his breathing to quicken and the veins on his neck to stand out more prominently.
After sitting up, he whispered apologetically to Sara, "Sorry," with a hoarse voice, then stood up with one hand, carrying her in his arms, and quickly went into the main hall, then closed the main hall door with his back to it.
After doing all this, he tried not to lower his eyes and gently put Sara down. The next second, he quickly turned around, as expected, and heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground.
His penis had swelled again, and Jamie whispered, "Sara, put on your clothes."
