“Can’t I have some privacy?”
Anthony remained patient. “Sienna, I’m not trying to restrict you or anything. I’m just concern for your safety.”
“But it sounds like I have to report my every movement to you.”
Feeling powerless against my tantrum, he gave in. “All right. It won’t happen again. I’ll work on my tone.”
“Again?”
“My bad. No more next time. Whatever my dear wife says, goes. Just don’t ever leave me. Is this better?”
I decided to push his buttons further. “Is this better? Why are you making it seem like I’m forcing you?”
Anthony still remained his cool. “How would you like me to speak?” Meanwhile, Joseph had started the vehicle.
“Will you do anything I say?”
Anthony raised his brows. His hands playing with the back of my palms. “No. Not anything.”
“So those were just words to pacify me?”
He broke into a laugh. “As long as my dear wife’s happy, I don’t mind pacifying you all the way.”
I glared at him. “I don’t need your pacifying. I’m not a child.” Our bickering continued throughout the rest of the car ride.
By the time we arrived back at the villa, it was dark outside. I headed straight to the bath while Anthony sat on his chaise lounge reading his book.
Around half an hour later, I came out of the bath and found him still sitting in the same position. Finding his focused expression endearing, I found myself walking towards him. I took the seat beside him. “How many times have you read this book?”
He raised his head, smelling the scent of wine on me. “Next time, don’t drink so much.”
I leaned against him before retorting, “I didn’t! I was just accompanying Linda and Nora. They were the ones who got drunk. I’m sober as a judge.”
“Drinking is prohibited unless you’re with me.” He raised a brow.
“You’re being a tyranny!”
He smiled while placing his book aside. Then, he took the towel from me to dry my hair. “Since you have admitted to being my wife, it’s only right I take good care of you.”
His drying technique was so soothing that it left me feeling drowsy. I closed my eyes while enjoying his treatment.
After some moments, I was reminded of work. “Are you really giving up on the Lavelian Village project?”
All this while, Anthony had not updated me on any progress. I knew that dragging this on would do nothing good for Murphy Corporation.
He replied calmly, “No hurry.”
“How long more will this last?”
“You’ve got to ask Armond about this.”
Oh right. In order for this project to start, Armond has to get the relevant connections.
He held on to my shoulders from the reminder. “Have you decided when you’re returning to K City with me?”
I pursed my lips, half-drowsy. “Haven’t I already said? We have to complete this project first. We can’t just give up halfway.”
“Is being stubborn your way of getting me to stay on this project?”
Still in his embrace, I laughed hysterically. “Mr. Featherstone, it’s not wrong to interpret it this way. Lavelian Village project was once under my lead, so I really wish to see this through the end.”
He lowered his head and looked at me. I blinked a couple of times. I could clearly see his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
He cupped my face in his hands and closed in for a kiss.
After these few days, I got used to his tendency of kissing me from time to time. I snaked my arms around the back of his neck. Involuntarily, I responded to his kiss.
I guess I somehow learned what I did next from him. I encircled his neck with one hand, and my other hand reached for his earlobe and pinched it lightly. This part of him seemed to be quite sensitive. After a few light rubs, it was all red.
I let go and teased him. “Anthony, your ears are so sensitive.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he suddenly lowered his head and bit my lips as I spoke.
It hurt a little, but it was nothing too bad. I frowned at him and complained pitifully, “Anthony, are you a dog?”
He chuckled and spoke in a low voice. “Your lips were too tempting. I couldn’t help myself.”
I glared at him. “You…”
He lifted me bridal style and turned around. The next moment, I was pressed against him on the huge bed.
“Anthony, switch off the lights!” I ordered in a panic.
“Mm…” he moaned and reached for the remote control on the bedside table. With a light click, the whole room was shrouded in darkness.
In the dark, only the sounds of our amorous breathing remained.
After our intimate session, I lay in his arms. One of his slender legs pressed on me, and he made no move to shift it.
I rested my head on his arm and faced him as we lay in bed. Our bodies were intertwined so closely that it felt a little awkward.
His large hand repeatedly caressed my back as if he was putting me to sleep. Since it was late and this posture was very comfortable, my eyelids started to feel heavy.
I gave up trying to keep them open and let my weariness wash over me. Soon, I drifted into my deep sleep.
I slept really well that night. When I awoke the next morning, it was already eight o’clock. Anthony was lying right next to me.
Out of habit, I stretched out my arm to hug him and snuggled into him. He pulled me closer and asked, “You’re awake?” His voice was raspy.
“Yes.” I nodded.
He chuckled, and then…
Noticing that there was something not quite right, I woke with a start. I lifted my eyes to look at him.
He smiled seductively. “There, there. I’ll take care of it myself.”
I wanted to say something, but he was like this all of a sudden. I was not prepared at all.
One hour later.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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