Chapter 67

“Stop… stop.” The words that escaped Ian's lips were filled with desperation and conflict as he cautiously rolled off Bea, firmly gripping her wrists. "Bea, we can't do this," he murmured, his voice trembling with guilt. As he pushed her away, a surge of remorse coursed through his veins. "This is so wrong," he confessed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Ian, please…” Bea's begging for him to stay only intensified Ian's inner agitation. Her voice, tinged with a sense of hopelessness and despair, emanated from her intoxicated state. Ian struggled to maintain his composure, an internal battle raging within him.

Her drunkenness clouded his judgment, causing him to momentarily forget that she would have no memory of their actions. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in his throat, as he mustered the strength to firmly address her. "Darn it, Beatrice Chloe, please just stop," he implored, his tone laced with frustration a