Chapter 262: Still Needs a Shot

Terry Yale reached Eloise Hemingbrough's villa in no time. The moment he stepped inside, he spotted her in soft loungewear, reclined lazily against the sofa. Sunlight poured through the windows, laying her bare in a warm glow. Her skin looked porcelain-smooth, her features delicate as if carved by a master's hand. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, eyes half-closed as she soaked in the light. She looked like a sleeping beauty, like an angel fallen into the mortal world, stunning beyond...