Chapter 270: Birth Control Pills
Jerry's words hit me like a jolt of electricity, straight from my ears to my heart.
I let out a long sigh, finally understanding why his mood had shifted at lunch.
Jerry noticed and asked, "What's with the sigh?"
"What do you think?" I pinched his waist and huffed, "You were drinking soup at lunch, and your vibe totally changed. It freaked me out."
Jerry looked a bit surprised and asked softly, "Why didn't you ask me then?"
"I..."
I clenched my fists, deciding not to hide my feelings anymore. I looked up at Jerry. "I was scared, Jerry. Maybe I haven't been in a real relationship for so long that I'm just anxious."
As soon as I finished, he ruffled my hair. Jerry leaned down, his bright eyes locking onto mine, and said gently, "Take it slow, Hope. I'm only thirty. Even if I don't live to a hundred, I still have forty or fifty years left."
He continued, "I have plenty of time to make up for the past twenty-some years. And I have plenty of time to make you believe that you truly have me. I'm all yours—my heart, my body, everything."
His words were tender and moving, but coming from Jerry, they had a hint of playful allure.
He leaned in close, his breath warm on my skin. My cheeks, ears, and neck all turned hot.
If we kept looking at each other like this, my heartbeat would give me away.
I shyly broke free from his hand on my waist. "Who wants your body, you pervert!"
"So what?"
Jerry laughed, pushing me back step by step. When I had nowhere left to go, he bent down, his strong hand supporting my thigh, and in the next second, he easily lifted me onto the entryway cabinet.
He stepped forward, parting my legs, and looked down at me. "Hope, let me show you what a pervert really is."
Before I could speak, Jerry kissed me hard.
Dusk had already fallen, and the room was dim. The light shone on Jerry's head. I trembled instinctively, looking at the Jerry who only had eyes for me, and felt something in my heart being filled again.
In a moment of daze, I realized that everyone got cherished at some point in their life. There would always be someone who showed up for me.
Jerry effortlessly pieced together my broken self, allowing me to peacefully reconcile with all the past sufferings.
Suddenly, a cool hand pushed my skirt up to my thigh and questioned in my ear, "Hope, what were you thinking about? Is my kissing not good enough?"
I was almost speechless, looking up at Jerry's smug face, feeling soft inside. I clung to his shoulders and murmured softly, "Jerry, I think I've really fallen in love with you."
Upon hearing this, Jerry pinched my face and gritted his teeth. "What do you mean? So when you agreed to be my girlfriend, you hadn't fallen in love with me yet?"
My face was squished by his pinch, and I stammered, "Of course not! I was wrong, okay? Jerry, I mean, I've fallen even more in love with you."
He gave me a sidelong glance. "Even more?"
I looked at him. "Are you not satisfied?"
Jerry smiled. "Not really. When will your love for me reach its peak?"
I curved my lips. "That depends on your performance. Keep it up."
"Keep it up? I'll show you right now," Jerry teased, his hand moving down to my thigh. After touching something, he gritted his teeth. "Damn it, why hasn't your period ended yet?"
My face was burning hot, and I slapped his hand away. "Seven days! How could it be so fast? If it ended that quickly, I'd need to see a doctor!"
Jerry closed his eyes, resigned, and lifted me down, leading me to the dining room. "I'm hungry."
Ellen had already prepared dinner.
When I saw the food, my eyes lit up, and I looked at Jerry. "All my favorites?"
Jerry chuckled, "Am I doing well enough?"
I nodded. "Yes!"
So, this was what it felt like to be cherished.
Jerry always prioritized my feelings, emotions, and needs above all else.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
When I was about to open the door, Jerry pressed my shoulder. "Eat well, I'll get it."
As soon as the door opened, Nolan rushed in and threw himself at me. "Hope! I missed you!"
Jerry looked at Nolan's fawning expression, his mouth twitching, and looked at Neil outside the door. "Did you call Sophia?"
"No," Neil replied calmly, then asked, "Can you give me Sophia's current hotel room number?"
Jerry frowned. "Ask her yourself."
Neil, usually so composed, looked a bit helpless. "You know she won't tell me."
Jerry leaned against the entryway cabinet, his voice indifferent. "Instead of chasing her, why don't you clean up your scandalous relationships first?"
Neil looked puzzled. "Which scandalous relationship?"
"Mr. Ortiz, do you have many scandalous relationships?"
Jerry's tone was mocking, clearly standing up for Sophia.
I had heard of some of Neil's scandals too, but they were all just rumors.
However, Neil never seemed to clarify anything.
Neil frowned. "Does she mind that?"
Jerry was speechless. "Ask her yourself."
With that, Jerry reached out to close the door.
Neil raised his hand to block it, speaking with some frustration, "If I could get anything out of her, I wouldn't be asking you."
Jerry smirked, "Mr. Ortiz, that's hilarious. You and she are divorced; we have no relationship. If you really care, go beg her yourself. Why are you asking me?"
Jerry didn't show him any respect at all.
Jerry closed the door and returned to the dining table. I was worried. "Is that okay? After all, he's Nolan's dad."
"Their issues can't be resolved by others."
Jerry seemed to understand their relationship well and said knowingly, "If you don't provoke him a bit, Sophia will keep fighting with him forever."
I was slightly stunned. "Fighting?"
Weren't they already divorced?
Nolan, sitting by the dining table, blinked his big eyes and sighed maturely, "Mom loves to fight with Dad."
Jerry flicked his little forehead with his index finger. "Little rascal."
Nolan puffed up his cheeks and retorted, "I'm not a little rascal!"
Barcelona, 3 AM.
Neil hadn't slept for two days and nights. Due to the sudden trip, he was constantly handling business on the plane.
After landing, he took a cab straight to Sophia's hotel.
He left his luggage in the room next to Sophia's, intending to catch some sleep and talk in the morning.
But lying in bed, he was wide awake. So he got up, went out, and knocked on the door next door.
The knocking sounded abrupt in the quiet hallway.
Sophia, who was not a morning person and in a foreign country, was definitely scared by the midnight knock. She asked through the door, "Who is it?"
Neil replied in a deep voice, "It's me."
After a brief silence, the door opened. Sophia rubbed her eyes in confusion. "Neil, why are you here?"
Sophia's usually charming face looked a bit confused. One strap of her camisole hung on her rounded shoulder, the other had slipped down her arm while she slept.
Neil reached out and lifted the strap back onto her shoulder. "Why are you wearing a camisole again?"
Sophia instantly woke up, angrily glaring at him. "Neil. Are you crazy? You came all the way from Maple Valley just to see if I'm wearing a camisole? We're divorced! You have no right to control me!"
Neil withdrew his hand. "I'm here to explain about that model."
Sophia laughed, "Model? Which model?"
There were countless models with whom he had been rumored.
Neil glanced into her room. "Can I come in?"
Sophia didn't say anything, just stepped aside to let him in, deliberately saying, "Keep your voice down, my boyfriend is still sleeping."
Neil stiffened, glancing at the empty bed, showing rare emotion. "Sophia, if you want to make me jealous, at least find a reliable man."
Sophia snapped, "Reliable? Neil, stop pointing fingers at my life."
Thinking about Neil's past behavior, she got angrier. "What's wrong with wearing a camisole? What's wrong with dating young handsome guys? Reliable, huh? Let me tell you, tomorrow I'll wear lingerie and go..."
"Tomorrow?"
Neil directly grabbed Sophia's waist, pressing her onto the soft bed. "Tomorrow you won't be able to get out of bed!"
Sophia fully woke up while washing in the bathroom. In a daze, she had unknowingly had sex with Neil.
Her mind was a mess. After coming out, she quickly changed out of her somewhat messy nightgown and hurried to leave.
Neil grabbed her hand. "Where are you going so early?"
"To buy medicine."
Neil looked at her. "What medicine?"
"What else?"
Sophia gritted her teeth, her body aching from the long absence of sex, glaring at Neil, "Birth control pills!"
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