The Numbers That Brought Our Fates Together Chapter 180: Time to Move On.

Corey slowly opened her eyes and felt strong male hands, Daniel pressed her to his chest and was sleeping soundly, enjoying her long-awaited presence in his bed. The girl turned over on the other side and began to examine his sleeping face. Even in a dream, he was incredibly attractive.

Disheveled bangs covered part of his face, long eyelashes, a straight nose, each of his features emphasized the attractiveness of his appearance. It is not surprising that so many women secretly and obviously wanted to be in his arms, but only she was the one whom he allowed to enjoy not only his body but also to own his heart.

The girl smiled, nevertheless, this man was truly amazing.

"Like what you see?" Daniel asked quietly in a hoarse voice, without opening his eyes.

Corey froze, she was absolutely sure that he was sleeping. "Oh, you sly fox! I thought you were sleeping!" The girl poked him in the chest with a finger, to which the man grinned and pressed her closer to him.

"Imagine that I am so sleeping. I'm just talking in a dream," he muttered, kissing the crown of her head and breathing in the smell of her hair.

"What a cliche! I didn't think that you would do this trick with me, as in some kind of love affair novel," Corey muttered and buried her face in his chest. Even the skin of this man was pleasant to the touch, like velvet. At that moment, she wondered if he even had one flaw. He was gorgeous in almost everything except cooking, but even in this, he made significant progress.

Oh yes, there was another moment that she did not know about before. This monster had simply inhuman stamina. She could not have imagined that a man could be so, khem, enthusiastic.

Corey looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost five in the evening. She understood what Daniel meant when he said that she would not need her clothes until the evening. But now she understood what he meant when he said that "he would do it his way." The man did not let her go all night and gave her a chance to experience such a wave of emotions and sensations that she had not experienced before.

At night, when she was practically lifeless, he carried her in his arms to the shower, washed every inch of her body, carefully wiped it and put her in a comfortable chair. Then he made a fresh bed, and laid her back on it. When Corey thought it was all over since it was five in the morning, the hot fire in his eyes said the opposite.

She didn't understand where she got all the energy for all this, either because of his fantastic massage, which did some incredible things with her body, or the tea that he treated her twice and which taste was unknown to the girl, but they went to bed only at ten in the morning. And, despite such an active night, she did not feel tired. Absolutely.

"How are you? Does it hurt anywhere?" Daniel asked, turning the girl on her back and covering her face and neck with light kisses.

"Hmm, to be honest, I'm surprised, but I feel amazing. As if I slept the whole day. After an hour of fitness, my body hurts for at least three days, but now," her cheeks flushed with a blush, "Khem, in general, you understand me," the girl replied shyly.

The man grinned and pecked the tip of her nose, "Baby, if you have me, you no longer need to attend fitness in your life. Believe me." There was a seductive smile on his face, a confident and dominant look.

Corey opened her mouth, but didn't know if it made sense to answer in this situation, his self-confidence in this matter was clearly not an empty place, and he more than proved it to her last night. "I'll take your suggestion into account, sir," the girl wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pulled his head to her to kiss.

Daniel gladly obeyed her initiative and enthusiastically began to enjoy her full lips. Corey felt a new wave of excitement gradually wake up below her abdomen, and if she allowed this to continue, the man would definitely leave her in his bed until the next morning.

She pulled away from his hot lips and whispered, "I need to go home, Elena is still at work, and Ashley is with Mr. Lee, I need to pick her up."

Daniel switched from the lips of the girl to her neck and began to gently slide down, "I'm sure Uncle Chen will not mind if she stays with him," the man murmured, he did not want to let her go home.

"I have to be in a cafe early tomorrow morning, but in the evening I will be free," the girl suggested.

Daniel stopped and looked at Corey with an understanding look, "All right, then I will take you. But first you will keep me company in the shower," he winked and the girl gasped as the man lifted her from the bed like a feather and dragged her into the bathroom.

. . .

The man parked the car across from Corey's house, walked around it, and opened the door of the passenger seat. The girl took his hand and got out of the car, Daniel pressed her to him and buried his nose in her shoulder, "Sorry I can't go with you."

"It's okay, I can handle it myself," Corey replied. Initially, they planned to take Ashley with Daniel, but when they got out of the shower, Armand sent Daniel a message where he asked for an urgent meeting since he wanted to discuss something important.

"As soon as I finish my business, I'll call, okay?"

"Yes, I will look forward to your call," Corey hugged the man at the waist, the warmth of his body always gave her a feeling of incredible calm.

"I love you," Daniel whispered and kissed the girl on the forehead.

"I-" she wanted to answer in the same way, but could not repeat these three words in response. She liked Daniel, liked him very much, but she did not dare to say that she loved him.

The man, expecting nothing in return, bent down, pecked her on the lips and patted her head like a little girl, "Behave yourself well while daddy Daniel is busy. In the evening I'll call and check, you got it?"

"Got it," Cory laughed. Even now, he was thinking about her feelings and did not put pressure on the girl, demanding a return confirmation of his confession. She waved goodbye to him and watched his car until it disappeared around the corner. Now she had to change clothes and pick up her daughter.

Corey grabbed the doorknob as the telephone in her bag rang. She rarely used the old number, so few people knew about it, with the exception of relatives and some business friends.

The girl took out the phone and looked at the display. Oh, sure, this lady also called her here. Corey pressed the green handset and brought the phone to her ear,

"Hello. Mrs. Burroughs, good to hear from you."

"Oh, Miss Williams, likewise, dear! Likewise! How are you?" The voice of the realtor sounded as always friendly and businesslike.

"Thank you, everything is fine. Can I help you with anything?" Corey asked, although she already knew the answer to this question. It was the same realtor who had repeatedly offered her to sell the apartment that Rick had left in the name of Corey six years ago.

"Miss Williams, I'm sure you know what issue I'm calling you on. But this time, I ask you to seriously consider my suggestion. The buyer is ready to pay the price, one and a half times more than the market. If you agree, they want to see the apartment tomorrow morning. I warned them that you do not plan to sell this property, but they insisted that I contact you. Please, can you think of this offer?"

"I agree," Corey said in response, which took the realtor by surprise.

"Excuse me?" The woman asked, the answer that she heard was too unexpected for her.

"I am saying that I agree to sell the apartment," Corey confirmed her words and after the joyful thanks of the realtor hung up the phone.

She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. The past must remain in the past. It was time to move forward.