The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2083

Declan took out his military uniform from his suitcase and hung it on the wall above his bedpost, then used a velvet cloth to polish his badges and rank insignia meticulously.

He made time to attend the Hoffmans' wedding and had to return immediately to be on standby after that, so he brought his military uniform with him. It was his pride.

Despite busying around, he could not sleep. Declan lay on the bed, tossing and turning around for a long time before finally feeling a little sleepy.

In a daze, he felt his body getting warm. A sweet, fragrant breeze gently brushed across his face...

He suddenly woke up, his eyes wide.

In the dim lights, Annabeth's fair and soft body was only clad in a nightgown as thin as paper. She straddled him, and the view in front of her chest was exposed when she leaned forward, revealing a tempting and mouth-watering sight.

"Declan, hug me... I miss you."

The girl's spirited, watery eyes were staring at him dreamily, full of deep and entwined longing.

The moment Declan saw her, he felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and his long eyelashes trembled in restraint.

The dark surroundings covered his face, flushed as red as blood, which trailed down to his neck and the tip of his ears.

He was an upright gentleman, but still a man.

Something would definitely happen with another look.

Declan's breath grew heavy, and he immediately grabbed the military uniform hanging at the side to drape it over Annabeth's shoulders, wrapping her tempting body completely. No matter how much she squirmed, he did not let go.

The neatly pressed uniform became wrinkled amidst the girl's struggles.

Declan treated it like a treasure, always personally ironing and taking care of it, and even his secretary would not dare to touch it.

But at this moment, he did not feel distressed about it when it came to the girl.

"Declan, I've practically served myself up to you, but you still won't act... Do you not like me, or do you have problems in that area?" Annabeth's face flushed angrily, pouting with frustration.

"Stop messing around!" Declan held her shoulders, his gaze deep.

"Hmph, I'll know if you have a problem down there when I try it!"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Annabeth was a stubborn person who refused to give up. She tried hard to break free from his grasp, angry and arrogant. "In ancient times, the princesses would have their maids test if the future prince consort was up to the task in bed. I won't trouble anyone else. I'll do it myself!"

"Your Highness, stop messing around!"

Declan's tone was cold and hard, the indifference in his eyes stinging Annabeth. "I'm about to rest. Please leave now."

Annabeth stiffened in shock. "Just now... What did you call me?"

"Your Highness."

"Say that again?!"

"Your Highness."

Declan's eyes, clear as moonlight, showed no emotions. "It's the same even if I say it a thousand times." "Why didn't you call me Annabeth? You never called me Your Highness in private!"

Annabeth immediately panicked, her arrogance, haughtiness, and stubbornness a moment ago vanishing without a trace.

All that remained were her pitiful eyes, anxiously looking at him, her voice softer than ever in the night." Declan... Are you angry? Did I upset you? Tell me. Talk to me..."

"Go back to Sentania tomorrow."

Declan's gaze was cold and unapproachable. "From now on, I'll be a soldier, and you be your princess. Let's not cross paths again."