They could return to Franconia soon.
Erin soon heard splashing from the bathroom-James was taking a shower.
Erin then spotted a box on a desk, and she walked over, picking up the card attached to it which read: [ Congratulations on your wedding!]
She pursed her lips ever so slightly, put down the card, and untied the gift wrapping, opening the box with much anticipation.
Her cheeks blushed when she saw what was inside, at once embarrassed and happy as she carefully picked it up!
The dress unfurled, and Erin could tell immediately that it was an alluring sleeping gown—she had to let it loose to see what it was.
She had never dressed in anything so risque and was at once thrilled and delighted.
She wondered how James would react when he saw her put it on, and the very prospect excited her.
Still, she wanted to surprise him, so she left it outside, while James returned after his shower. “Did you find it?”
“Yeah,” Erin replied evenly.
“What was it?” James asked, somewhat curious.
Still, he presumed it to be jewelry, since women loved their necklaces, bracelets, and the like.
“It’s nothing,” Erin replied.
“It’s nothing? What is it?” James pressed.
“I need a shower,” Erin said and headed straight to the bathroom.
James chuckled. “Is everything alright here? We just got married and we’re already splitting our wealth? What’s so valuable that you can’t show me?”
“It’s a priceless treasure. I’m not giving it to you just like that. ” Erin flashed a mysterious smile at him and left the bedroom.
James did not press her. He simply smiled and lay in bed to wait for her.
Even though he and Erin had always been together, they have been constantly restraining themselves from getting too intimate.
On one hand, he had yet to fully recover, just as Erin was still traumatized after what happened before, and he would never initiate it lightly in fear that he would reopen old wounds.
That said, she was much better these days, and her personality was slowly changing back to what it was like before.
James naturally hoped that she would become carefree, down-to-earth, and earnest like before, which had been as adorable as it was captivating.
He smiled, seemingly remembering a moment they shared together in the past.
Nonetheless, he waited for a long while but Erin was not returning-she should have been done with her shower by then.
He left the room and found it still closed, and he headed over to knock on the door. “Erin…”
“Oh!” Erin yelped, sounding a little nervous.
James’ heart seemed to clench. “What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing…” Erin said. “I’m not done yet. Don’t hurry me.”
James glanced at the time-it had already been an hour.
He decided that something was wrong-if she showered any longer, she would be washing the skin off herself.
“Erin, it’s our wedding night, but I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
It was his way to tell her that he knew it hurt her and would not disregard her feelings to initiate sex, which in turn would traumatize her.
“I-I know. Just wait in bed,” Erin urged.
She was just embarrassed.
The black spaghetti-strapped dress only covered her chest – her posterior was barely hidden, while her fair skin was bare anywhere else, including her thin legs.
And now, she was staring at the black pantyhose and the hair ornament on the vanity unit.
She really did not want to put those on, since she had no idea if it would work on James or just make him laugh.
Thud, thud-
James knocked on the door just then, saying, “Open the door. Let me check on you.”
“I’m not done showering,” she quickly replied.
“No, you’re done. I don’t hear water running. Come out already!”
Erin was speechless, but James was right-she was done showering.
Scratching her head for a moment, she then resolved herself and said, “Just hold on for a moment.”
She picked up both the hair ornament and black pantyhose, put them on, and opened the bathroom door.
James froze when he saw Erin, unable to believe his eyes!
“What…”
Erin held a hand on her own chest. “What’s wrong?”
James simply lowered his head and chuckled-he never expected Erin to put so much effort into making herself so alluring for their wedding night, just as he was surprised that she carried such charm.
“No good?” she asked, and peeked at herself in the mirror.
It was actually good, or so she believed.
James quickly shook his head. “No. It’s good.”
Though bewitching was even more appropriate, panting her with a different shade of charm!
As a man, he would be abnormal if he stayed unmoved!
He scooped her up in his arms, prompting her to yelp in surprise, “Let me down!”
James refused. “You’re my bride.”
Still, Erin exclaimed, “Your leg isn’t better-“
James leaned in to kiss her lips before she could finish, leaving the words stuck in her throat.
And the rest was history!
When it was all over, Erin was resting her head on James’s arm and nestled in his chest.
She looked up, her cheeks obviously blushing pink just then.” Do you know who gave me that dress?”
“Who?” James asked, lowering his gaze to meet hers.
“Abigail.”
She was certainly surprised that Abigail would give her something like that-even James was raising his brow in surprise too.
“I mean, only best friends give each other stuff like that, so I’m surprised Abigail would send one to me,” Erin said. “It felt like we’re best friends more than in-laws.”
“Yeah,” James replied-only those who were very close would do something like that.
“I’m very lucky,” Erin added then.
She was abandoned as a child, but her adopted parents treated her better than her biological parents could.
Diarmuid, who had no blood relations to her and whose connection to her was second to implausible, gave her his company’s shares, treating her like a real family.
Holding James then, she murmured, “I’ll definitely be a good sister and a good aunt.”
James stroked her hair. “You’ve already done very well.”
She was no schemer and was always earnest, and he was sure that was why Diarmuid acknowledged her, while Abigail was also nice to her.
After all, character was much more important than roots, and it was how everyone grew to accept her.
James tightened his arms around her then-she really was worth the affection.
“When are we returning to Franconia?” she asked just then.
She had resigned from work to take care of James, and now that their wedding was over, she could head to Franconia with him at anytime.
“Let’s take a few days to rest and get ready,” James said.
The wedding was just over, and he was sure that Abigail would need a break after traveling so far and with children too.
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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