Your Heartbeat

As Maya Hansen's wild all-out mobilization continued, the underwater car beneath Tony gradually drove into the deep sea, heading toward those uninhabited stretches of international waters to continue this quiet moment...

Inside the underwater sports car, Maya Hansen had regained her usual intellectual composure, though the lingering blush on her face showed that her heart was anything but calm.

Once, twice, three times... Who knew how many times...

Whenever she recalled her earlier madness and the embarrassing way she had behaved in front of Tony, Maya Hansen wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and bury herself in it, never to face anyone again.

So, although a full hour had passed since her frenzy subsided, Maya Hansen still kept her face buried tightly in Tony's broad chest, not daring to look up at him.

The car was still filled with the scent of what had happened. Even the slightest movement of her hips made Maya Hansen feel as though her body were being torn apart, leaving her utterly unable to move.

She could only obediently lie in Tony's arms, serving as a soft pillow.

"Tony, there's something I want to tell you." Maya Hansen looked up at Tony and nudged his chin with her head.

"Wait! Let me guess!"

Tony suddenly interrupted Maya Hansen, his eyes filled with alarm as he guessed, "You're not about to tell me that we actually have a child who's already twelve years old and waiting for us at your house, are you?"

"No, he's actually thirteen already," Maya Hansen corrected.

"Vought?! Really?!" Tony's whole body trembled at the words, clearly "frightened" by this explosive news.

Maya Hansen propped herself up, her breasts hanging over Tony's face. Looking down at him from above, she stared at him solemnly for a long time without speaking.