Chapter 865

Amelia gave Vince a little push. They really couldn't go on anymore. She was about to fall apart. Surprisingly, Vince didn't insist on continuing. After catching his breath, he carried Amelia to the bathroom for a shower. Her skin was now bruised, especially around her waist. Vince had gotten a little carried away and hadn't controlled his strength. He gently brushed his fingertips over the spot, and Amelia glanced down at him. "What's wrong?" Vince asked, "Does it hurt?" Amelia looked at the fingerprint-shaped mark and touched it herself. "Not really." She wasn't that delicate. But her skin bruised easily. Vince was still concerned. Amelia smiled and ruffled his hair. "Vince, if you are that concerned, refrain from initiating it so frequently. "I understand if you want to do it every day. But please don't go that many rounds each time." Vince was on his knees, so he had to tilt his head back to look at her. In that position, he looked like a devoted believer worshipping a