---- Chapter 133 Tara shook her head. It wasn't anything tiring. They were only walking, but Soren's breathing grew heavy as if he had waited a long time for this day. As soon as they entered the villa, he shut the door behind them. He then pinned her against it and kissed her without restraint. He kissed her until she was unable to think straight. She was completely unable to stop the deepening of his kisses. He carried her upstairs and closed the bedroom door.

The man before Tara had utterly lost control of himself. She looked at the bra forcibly torn and tossed on the floor -that one was a goner too. Even deep into the night, Soren remained insatiable. He deliberately left the bedside lamp on so that he could see her clearly at every moment. Obviously, the way she looked under the light only made him more tender and out of control. Tara only had fragmented memories of that night. He was far more relentless than she had expected.

When she woke up in his arms, Soren was already awake and was watching her with a soft smile while his hands ---- wandered around her body. Embarrassed , Tara pulled his hand away and threw off the blanket . She was about to get out of bed when, with one stretch of his arm, she fell back into his embrace again. "Where are you going?" he asked. She was utterly drained of all strength and sore all over. " Ineed to get up." "Let's eat lunch here later," Soren said in a low and husky voice.

Tara immediately blushed. She had eaten dinner in his arms just last night. "I want to eat downstairs." Soren wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let go for a long time before finally agreeing . He was the one who helped her into the nightgown. No matter what she said, he wouldn't let her do it herself. All day long, Soren clung to her. Late that night, in the unlit lounge, Soren was kissing Tara's neck. The sound of the couch hitting the wall echoed in her ears.

Soren looked up, his voice hoarse as he asked her something she couldn't even bear to hear. ---- The dream Tara once had in Bayheaven Villa suddenly resurfaced in her mind, and now it overlapped with reality . She found it strange , but then again, too many bizarre, unbelievable things had already happened to her. A month flew by in a flash, and she hadn't spent a single day apart from Soren. Compared to Jonah, Lance, and Shawn, Soren was far less career-driven.

And with his father holding down the fort at the company, he had much more free time on his hands. Now, Tara actually wished he would get busier. Back when she was with Lance, he had also tried his best not to be apart from her. But even then, he was often holed up in the study, busy with video conferences and work. Soren, however, devoted every moment to her. It was overwhelming for her, to say the least.

Photos of her and Soren taken by passersby had stirred up buzz online, but Tara didn't see the news until a month later. It wasn't because her phone hadn't sent any notifications. No, the reason lay entirely with Soren. Every time she picked up her phone to scroll , he would come over and run his hands all over her. He was so distracting that she couldn't keep reading. Soren seemed to love how sensitive she was and would often lose control because of it.

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---- By the third month together, one day, while Tara was sitting at the dining table drinking juice, Soren's phone rang. He answered the phone lazily. "Hello, Lance." Tara froze mid-sip, then acted as if she heard nothing. During this time, Soren had never met with any of the other three men. That gave her a great sense of relief. Even though Shawn and Lance only remembered her from before she transmigrated, she had once made a verbal agreement with Shawn to leave him alone.

She even counted face-to-face meetings as part of that agreement. Thus, she did her best to avoid seeing him again to minimize the awkwardness while also lowering the risk of being remembered. Lance had invited Soren to his cousin's birthday party. "Bring your girlfriend too. Everyone wants to see what she looks like," he said. Soren glanced at Tara and replied languidly, "No thanks. You all enjoy. I'll stay home with my wife." Tara nearly choked on her juice.

Soren laughed at her shocked expression and reminded her, "Drink slowly, or you'll choke again." ---- Seeing her nod obediently, he smiled dotingly. Over the phone, Lance teased, "You're really keeping a tight hold on your girlfriend, huh?" No one expected Soren to behave like this ina relationship . It didn't match his usual personality at all. "Tt took a lot of effort to win her over, so it's only right that I treasure her," Soren replied. Lance chuckled. "Alright.

Let's catch up another time." Soren replied with a brief remark, and the call between the two men came to an end. Tara finished her juice and carefully dabbed her lips with anapkin. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll wait here for you, " she said to Soren. He pulled her into his arms, still clingy and affectionate as ever. "Aren't you jealous? Lance's cousin once confessed her love to me over text." Tara froze. That actually happened? Lance had a cousin?

Back when they were together , he only ever mentioned his parents and grandfather. ---- "The reason Lance called me might be because she begged him to do that," Soren added. Otherwise , with Lance's personality , he wouldn't have bothered to do something like this. "Tf that's true, I would indeed be jealous if you went to the party," Tara replied honestly. But she wouldn't stop him. Hearing that, Soren narrowed his eyes.

"You'll really get jealous, or are you just saying that to placate me?" Tara nodded seriously. "I'll really get jealous." Her expression aroused desire in him. He lifted her clothes and kissed her on the lips. "You're not wearing a bra today. Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked in a low voice. Tara was kissed so thoroughly she had nowhere to escape, her lips parted as he drew her into a deep kiss. She let out a muffled protest, denying she had tried to seduce him.

She had just forgotten to put a bra on before she came downstairs, and since it was only the two of them in the villa, she didn't bother going back upstairs to get dressed. In the dining room, the sound of their deep kisses and the occasional scrape of the chair against the floor echoed in the air.