Chapter 126 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

He glanced at the ointment and sat up with his back toward me.

I placed some of the ointment on the palm of my hand and rubbed it gently on his back. For fear of causing him pain, I didn’t use much force. This medicine had an extremely unpleasant smell.

After a moment, he turned his deep dark gaze toward me. “You can rub harder!”

Taken aback, I burst out, “Aren’t you afraid of pain?”

He lowered his eyebrows and his guard. “When you hit me, did you not think that I could feel the pain?”

At his words, my hand paused and I looked down, not knowing how to reply to him. In silence, I continued rubbing the ointment for him.

After some time, I kept the first aid kit and washed my hands.

I took a quick shower and went to bed. Recently, he had taken up the habit of sleeping nude and when I rolled over, I accidentally touched his nether regions.

I was startled for a moment and instinctively glanced at him. He didn’t respond but continued to read his book calmly.

With a sigh of relief, I lay down and got ready to sleep.

The next morning.

I woke up earlier than usual.

Anthony had not woken up yet and he was sleeping very soundly. Even then, his sleeping posture was very pleasant to the eyes. His neat and short black hair revealing his classic facial features which were well-defined.

It was the first time that I looked at his face so carefully.

His eyelashes were very long, his lips were tightly closed and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly!

This facial expression was an indication of constant alertness.

It had been said that people who slept with this posture were persistent and insistent on getting their way.

Indeed, Anthony fitted that description.

He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Additionally, his legs were well-proportioned and slender!

His level of alertness was extremely high even when he was sound asleep.

He opened his pitch-black eyes suddenly with not the slightest bit of sleepiness and staring straight at me.

As our eyes met, I was taken aback for a moment but quickly returned to normalcy.

After a while, his tense body relaxed. His eyes narrowed and he stretched out his hand. “Come here?”

I looked away, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at him in his sleep. “You get more sleep. I’m going downstairs.”

Mrs. Eriksen must have gotten up early and gone to the market. The box of fruits that John brought earlier was still in the yard and it was too big for me to move it alone.

I decided I might as well just fill the fruits in a plate and brought some in. John was right. They were all fruits from R Province. The tomatoes were not very big but they tasted good.

The green mangoes were great too. When I was a kid, I always liked to eat that with chili. It tasted superb.

He sent a lot. Macy had always said that she craved for them, so I washed some and packed them for her. After checking the time, I sent her a message.

Since she was still in hospital, I would send them to her later.

Hearing some movement from the top of the stairs, I turned around to look and saw it was Anthony in grey pajamas. He was tall and slim and looked attractive even in pajamas.

“Why don’t you sleep in?” It was still early and there was nothing for him to do.

“I can’t sleep,” Anthony’s eyes seemed cold but there was a compelling air about him. Sure enough, he looked at me for a long time and said softly; “I am restless.”

I could not help but remain still. I put down my mobile phone and told him plainly, “Later, I shall be going to the hospital to see Macy.”

“Sienna!” He embraced me from behind and his voice was raspy. “Cats tend to be irritable and cranky when they are feeling unsettled. Humans are the same and we haven’t done it for a long time.”

His voice was full of suppressed desire, “Shall we go to the bathroom? Huh?”

I said nothing.

Sure enough, no matter how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would become a horny ba*tard whenever he had sexual urges.

Since silence was consent, he held back no more. His hands moved around my waist and explored, sliding up and down.

“Anthony, this is the living room!” If he continued and if Mrs. Eriksen came home, we would be so embarrassed.

“We’ll go to the bathroom!” As he spoke, he had already picked me up and stepped into the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower before putting me on the edge of the bath. He put his arms around my waist as he lowered his head onto me.

I was not surprised, “Anthony, no…”

His voice was low and seductive as he caught my hands and our fingers intersected…

We did not speak.

After rolling in the tub for nearly an hour, I lay limp in his arms. He washed me and dressed me in some clothes he selected.

He carried me into the living room and placed me on the sofa before going back to bathe himself.

I have finally had a good understanding of the saying – A hungry wolf is an angry wolf.

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