Leilani feels overwhelmed. She can’t believe that Waylen went to such great lengths to protect the silly doodles she made on him. She takes his hands in hers and stares into his deep eyes. A part of her desperately wants to tell him she’s pregnant; she wants to see the joy in his eyes. Before she can say anything, she remembers the toxin in her body—according to Charles, both her and the baby will probably die if she continues the pregnancy.
“Am I afraid of death?” she wonders, “Yes, I am afraid. I know that maternal love is a powerful thing, and many mothers are prepared to give up their lives for their babies, but I’m not ready to be a mother. I’m too afraid to continue this pregnancy.”
“What’s wrong?” Waylen asks.
“Nothing,” Leilani says with a quick shake of her head, “I just wanted to say sorry, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to hear the apology.”
“Why do you want to apologize to me?” Waylen asks.
“For washing off the ring, you painted on me,” she answers.
Waylen stares at her. His eyes are like some sort of magic magnets, and she feels drawn to his gaze. Her insides seem to twist and knot around themselves.
“You don’t need to apologize to me,” he whispers, “You can do anything you want as long as you don’t deceive or betray me.”
She sighs and feels her legs grow weak. She knows she’s deceiving him by lying about the pregnancy and the toxin in her body, but she doesn’t have a choice. She has to lean against him as they walked out of the restaurant.
By the time they arrive at the Bamford house, it’s evening. Servants carry Leilani’s shopping bags into the house and place them in the study.
“What have you bought for me?” Waylen asks with curiosity.
Before Leilani can answer, he looks inside one of the bags and removes a fine leather belt.
“Is this belt for me?” Waylen asks, “I thought you were going to make something for me yourself.”
Leilani can’t help but laugh at his petulant look.
“Be patient,” she advises, “I bought some paints too.”
Waylen tosses the belt aside and frowns with displeasure. Leilani smiles and picks the belt up. She asks the maid to bring her a knife and quickly slices into the leather.
“What are you doing?” Waylen asks, suddenly worried.
Though he’s not pleased with the gift, he doesn’t want her to ruin it out of spite.
“The belt isn’t for you!” Leilani snaps, “Not everything is, you know. If you’re so curious, it’s part of the new collar I’m making for Lucky. I promised to make a new one, and I’m making good on my promise.”
“So, am I not as good as a dog?” Waylen asks jealousy, “Would you rather make a gift for a dog than for me?”
“You need to calm down,” Leilani sighs, “Besides, isn’t Lucky your beloved pet?”
“Not anymore,” Waylen growls jealousy.
“I promised you I’d make a gift for you, and I will,” Leilani said, rolling her eyes, “Now show a little patience.”
“Well, now I want this gift too,” Waylen says.
“Why?” Leilani asks, irritated by his possessiveness, “It’s absolutely useless for you.”
“It’s a collectible,” Waylen responds, “Do you want to see the collection I keep in my safe?”
“Since you want to show me, I suppose I have little choice in the matter,” Leilani mutters.
Waylen Bamford takes her to his bedroom and leads her to a bookcase. He reaches for a black and white Rubik’s cube on the bookcase and carefully twists it. Silently, the bookcase slides to one side, revealing the door to a safe.
“Infrared check,” says a mechanical voice.
A red light sweeps over Waylen’s body.
“Fingerprint check,” says the voice.
Waylen presses his hand onto a scanner on the door.
“Retina check,” says the voice.
A metal orb descends and carefully scans Waylen’s eyes.
“Please enter your passport number,” says the voice.
Waylen enters his passport number, and a green light blinks on. Leilani can’t help but hold her breath in anticipation. She expects to see jewelry, money, and priceless treasures in the safe, but she’s disappointed when the safe appears to be almost empty. There are only a few small, common-looking items inside. Waylen carefully adds the collar to the safe, and Leilani feels her heart tremble in her chest.
“It’s just a dog’s collar, and it’s not even for him,” she thinks, “Why on Earth would he put it in the safe. It makes no sense. Valuable paintings, calligraphy works, and precious metals are all places casually throughout the house. Even my most valuable jewelry is left in an unlocked box on my dressing table.”
“Don’t be foolish,” she said aloud, “Why are you putting the collar in there? It’s useless inside a safe, and it’s taking up valuable space.”
“For me, it’s a priceless treasure,” Waylen says, “I don’t want to risk losing it.”
Leilani looks at the contents of the safe. She sees several files and folders and a small locked box.
“If you’re curious about the box, I can show you,” Waylen says, passing her the box.
Leilani takes it and opens it, and her face immediately contorts with surprise and disgust.
“Why hasn’t it decayed yet?” she asks.
“I’ve had it preserved so it can’t ever decay,” Waylen says.
Leilani stares at the slice of quiche inside the box. She wonders how Waylen got it when she threw it all away in a rage.
“Why in the world would you want to keep this?” she asks.
“It’s the first time that you ever made something for me,” he says.
She made the quiche to fool the fertility exam, but it clearly moved Waylen. Her shoulders tremble, and she feels overwhelmed by emotion. She thinks about her secret pregnancy and feels unworthy of his devotion.
“Why are you showing me this?” she asks.
“I want to show you how much I love you,” he says seriously.
Leilani feels the tears coming to her eye. She desperately wants to tell him that she loves him too, but she knows she can’t. She digs her nails into her palm and tries to take deep breaths.
“I have to remember what’s important,” she thinks, “I can’t let my emotions carry me away.”
“Are you touched?” Waylen asks, trying to read her expression, “Did you think I disliked your presents?”
Waylen closes the safe and regards Leilani. She’s terrified that something in her face will give her away, and she tries to turn away from him. He caught her and pulled her close. Then he kissed her deeply and soulfully. He’s a talented kisser, and she is naturally and gradually immersed in the kiss.
He pushes her back into the door of the safe and presses his body against hers. She feels that his d.i.c.k gradually becomes harder and harder. Suddenly she turns away from the kiss and pushes against his chest.
“What are you doing?” Waylen whispers, “Are you pregnant?”
His hot breath brushes against her ear, and she freezes. She assumes Waylen is joking, but his words make her body feels numb. She wants to see his expression, but he buries his face in her neck.
“Do you want me to f.u.c.k you?” Waylen whispers in a low voice.
At the same time, Waylen slides his hands under her dress. When he touches her belly, she inhales sharply, but before she can stop him, he kisses her deeply. The kiss is just like a hurricane—it takes her breath away. His hands slowly explore her body; every time he stops, she wants to beg him to continue. Slowly his hands return to her lower abdomen. Leilani opens her eyes and pushes him away.
“No,” she gasps, “You have to stop!”
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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