Chapter 383 Dressed Like This, On Purpose?
It was past ten in the evening.
The Royal View villa was dark, with no lights on.
Magnus had been drinking outside, and Paul drove him back.
As soon as he entered the house, the cat started meowing.
But after hearing about past grievances from Helena, he was preoccupied and irritable, not even noticing the extra pair of women's shoes at the door.
He loosened his tie and ignored the cat, stumbling upstairs in the dark. The sensor light on the stairs flickered on.
He pushed open the master bedroom door and closed it with a moderate force, blocking out the faint light from the sensor.
All his emotions were once again submerged in darkness.
Magnus was weighed down by a vague sense of agitation, the alcohol churning inside him, causing a throbbing pain in his temples. He lay down on the bed in a daze, just about to pull the blanket over himself when his large hand paused—
Perhaps it was his ingrained high alertness and vigilance; even in the dark, he immediately grabbed the other person's vulnerable neck with precision and force. "Who?"
"It's me!"
Juniper, who had been sleeping soundly under the covers, was suddenly awakened and startled.
Instinctively, she clawed at Magnus's hand that was gripping her neck.
Magnus was shocked and quickly let go.
The small night lamp by the bed was now turned on, and the warm orange light instantly illuminated the entire master bedroom.
Juniper was still shaken, but she was already pulled into his arms, held tightly.
Magnus looked down at her neck. "Did I hurt you?"
There was nothing unusual about her neck, just a slight redness from his grip, which would soon fade.
Seeing she was unharmed, Magnus breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, "Why did you suddenly come back to the Imperial Capital? Without telling me? I almost thought..."
Juniper, now fully awake, gave him a reproachful look, "Thought what? Besides me, has any other woman ever slept in this bed?"
Otherwise, why was he so reactive?
Magnus's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he explained with a smile, "I thought some assassin had sneaked into the house, lying in wait on the bed for me to come back."
Juniper laughed at his words, "What kind of unprofessional assassin would fall asleep waiting for you on the bed and almost get choked to death by you?"
"My bad."
He sat on the edge of the bed, propping himself up with one arm beside her, smoothing her messy hair, and looked at her with deep eyes, a mix of joy and surprise.
The white shirt she was wearing wasn't fully buttoned; one button was undone, and after the tussle, another one had come undone. Now, the collar was loose, revealing her slender, smooth collarbone.
The men's white shirt looked oversized on her, and she wasn't wearing a bra, with a hint of roundness catching his eye.
Magnus's eyes flickered slightly as he reached out with his large hand to scoop her up by the waist, pulling her onto his lap.
He looked down at her, his hot breath, tinged with alcohol, brushing against her ear. "Wearing my shirt, lying in my bed, waiting for me until you fell asleep?"
"Juniper, is this the surprise you had for me?"
Juniper's ears turned slightly red, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, smelling the smoke and alcohol on him. "Why are you back so late?"
"Socializing."
He held her waist with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other, leaning down to kiss her.
The kiss started gently but gradually became more intense. His lips and tongue ravaged her mouth, making Juniper almost tremble.
The hand on her waist tightened, their chests heaving and pressing together, their heartbeats chaotic and in sync, as if their hearts were tightly entwined, beating together.
When they were both out of breath, Magnus finally let her go a little.
Juniper's hands were on his shoulders, her gaze momentarily avoiding his.
But Magnus stared straight at her flushed lips, his eyes filled with deep desire, as if he wanted to devour her.
The moment their eyes met, there was only a second of hesitation before their lips intertwined again.
In the quiet, warm master bedroom, the sound of kissing was amplified, reaching the peak of intimacy.
Magnus pulled off his tie, kissing her while asking in a hoarse voice, "How did you know I missed you so much today? How long have you been waiting?"
"I arrived at two in the afternoon."
"Why didn't you call me to pick you up at the airport?"
At that time, he was still in the Imperial Capital. If he had known she was coming back today, he wouldn't have gone to Sunrise City to see Helena.
Juniper's cheeks were burning, her gaze falling on his shoulder. "I wanted to surprise you."
Magnus chuckled, "I was surprised, but I almost scared you."
Juniper caught her breath, her chest rising and falling from intense to calm.
Magnus looked at her deeply, "Rested enough? Do you want to continue?"
If Juniper nodded, she wouldn't be able to get out of bed tonight.
She wasn't unwilling, but she hadn't had dinner since she slept from six until now.
"I'm a bit hungry."
Magnus pressed his forehead against hers, teasing, "What about having me?"
Juniper pushed his shoulder, "You smell like smoke and alcohol."
He had been at the bar for over an hour, and his clothes were indeed soaked with a mix of smoke and alcohol. "What do you want to eat?"
Juniper asked him, "Do we have pasta at home?"
"There should be some in the fridge. I'll cook."
Juniper urged him to take a shower, "I'll do it myself."
She had slept all evening and needed to move around a bit, or she wouldn't be able to sleep later.
Juniper went downstairs, opened the fridge, and found it almost empty.
There was only a bag of pasta, a few greens, and about ten eggs.
After she and Jenny left, Magnus probably rarely ate at home, even giving Naomi and the chef a break.
She took out the ingredients and boiled a pot of water.
When the water boiled, she added the pasta, cracked two eggs, and threw in a handful of greens.
Juniper took two bowls, added some seasoning, and used the water dispenser to make the soup.
When Magnus came downstairs in comfortable pajamas after his shower, he saw Juniper in his shirt standing in the open kitchen.
The cat seemed very attached to Juniper.
While Juniper was scooping the noodles, the cat's paws kept tangling around her slender, smooth legs.
The house was warm, and Juniper was dressed lightly. The oversized men's white shirt barely covered her thighs, revealing her graceful curves. She was slim but not skinny, with excellent bone structure and skin, and her long legs easily stirred a hint of desire.
Magnus stood there quietly admiring her for a while.
He walked over and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her thin shoulder, kissing her neck, and said in a low, husky voice, "Dressed like this to cook, on purpose?"
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