Chapter 120 A Normal Reaction
Malcolm's deep-set eyes lifted slightly, a hint of inquiry within them.
Reese could feel the probing look in his eyes, but she feigned innocence, as she tilted her head slightly towards him.
"Don't you like it when I feed you, honey?"
Alyssa chimed in eagerly from the side, "Yeah, Malcolm, you didn't like what I offered, but you wouldn't turn Reese down too, would you?"
Everly, somewhat unable to stand by and watch, went to snatch the cupcake from Reese's hand. Reese, seemingly anticipating this, deftly dodged.
Seeing her attempt foiled, Everly grew even more infuriated and raised her voice at Reese.
"Reese, have you become so brazen that you've forgotten who you are? It's common knowledge in our family that Malcolm doesn't like sweets. What are you trying to do now, show off your privileges? Let me remind you, even if you're Malcolm's wife, he won't change his preferences for anyone—"
Before Everly could finish her rant, Malcolm took the cupcake from Reese's hand and bit into it. He chewed thoughtfully, without a hint of discomfort. In fact, he seemed to relish the taste, even licking his lips as if savoring the flavor.
This gesture sent Reese's heart racing. Malcolm's noble features were usually so reserved and refined that any hint of indulgence made one's thoughts run wild.
His voice was rich and magnetic, "Hmm, it's actually quite good—not as bad as I thought it would be."
Everly was in disbelief. "Brother, you've always hated cream-filled cupcakes."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "It's different when it's from my wife, isn't it?"
Alyssa pressed her hand to her forehead in resignation.
"Oh, I'm so jealous."
Everly's frustration was palpable; her face flushed red and her feelings were obviously hurt. Eventually, she stomped her foot in anger and turned to go upstairs.
Alyssa winked at Reese and gave her a thumbs-up.
"You're amazing, Reese. I mean, Malcolm never touches sweets, and you've managed to change that so effortlessly."
Reese, without a word, didn't seem to think it was something to boast about; instead, it weighed on her heart.
She turned to Malcolm and asked, "Shall we go back to our room?"
The man was somewhat surprised that Reese asked if he wanted to go back to the room. In the past, she would have left on her own without a second thought for him.
It proved she wasn't completely unmoved.
"Yeah, let's go back," he replied.
They returned to their room. Malcolm closed the door and carefully stood up from his wheelchair. Reese walked over to the window, glancing back at Malcolm, who seemed to be in a good mood.
"Everly seems to really dislike me," she said.
Refusing to even share a slice of cake—that jealousy surely turned people ugly.
A hint of surprise crossed Malcolm's handsome face, his gaze on Reese now even more intense than usual.
"Jealous?"
Reese scoffed, "What do I have to be jealous about? It's more about Everly's animosity toward me. It's as if she's scared people won't notice she has the hots for you. Her one-sided disdain for me is one thing, but to be so bitter over a guy? Totally unnecessary."
Why should women make life hard for each other?
Malcolm moved closer to Reese, casting a shadow that blocked the light.
He leaned in, his deep, mysterious eyes locked on hers, sending her heartbeat into sudden overdrive. His voice was low and seductive, each word striking deep in her heart.
"Don't I deserve your jealousy?"
Wasn't he handsome enough? Didn't his character hold enough allure for her?
Was her heart really made of stone, completely unmoved by his presence?
But Reese was far from unshaken. For other girls, his attention might bring shyness and anticipation, but for Reese, it was a mix of panic and insecurity.
For her, that was not good—she always believed that security came from within, relying on others was less fulfilling than relying on oneself.
In the past, Malcolm's proximity wouldn't have caused her any reaction, but now, that was changing.
Especially now; she was so close to him that his unique, crisp scent filled her senses, causing her body temperature to inexplicably rise.
Reese's eyes flickered, her normally stoic face showing a different expression, like that of an innocent, mischievous fawn.
Then Malcolm, with a smile in his eyes, took her cheeks in his hands.
"My wife is truly adorable."
Her mind exploded with surprise, and she stared at Malcolm, unable to believe these words came from him. They were far from cheesy ; they actually made her heart skip a beat.
Even without prior romantic experience, she knew this feeling all too well—it was a crush. How could she be developing feelings for Malcolm? It was so out of character for her.
Reese pushed him away in a panic, "Malcolm, you better watch your mouth; your sweet nothings won't work on me."
"It's not sweet nothings, Reese; I'm telling the truth. Don't you think you're adorable?"
Malcolm didn't care about rejection; those whom he wanted never slipped through his grasp.
He tilted his head slightly, his lips parting sensually as he nibbled on her luscious, pale earlobe. His voice, sultry and magnetic, whispered into her ear, "So cute... almost edible."
Reese instinctively tensed her neck as if to rebuke him, but Malcolm beat her to it by sealing her lips with a kiss that was gentle yet filled with intent and carried a faint taste of something sweet.
Her mind went blank, and she succumbed to his kiss.
The heat from Malcolm’s body was alarmingly intense because of the passion of the person in his arms, which Reese seemed to notice, too.
Frightened, she quickly pulled her thoughts back and pushed him away, her gaze upon Malcolm frantically confused.
"You..."
The man showed not a hint of distress; instead, he looked at her, bemused, and explained, "It’s a normal male reaction. Would you rather have a husband who couldn't feel passion for you?"
Reese wasn't accustomed to such talk. She felt outmatched and thought it best to escape.
She quickly sidestepped Malcolm and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Turning on the faucet, she splashed her face with cold water, the chill bringing back some semblance of clarity.
What just happened? Did Malcolm... actually entertain such thoughts about her? What did he mean by not wanting a husband who wasn’t passionate?
Such explicit words... truly, he was a man of contradictions, a gentleman in public but daring enough to speak such indecent truths to someone who had never even dated before.
And if—for whatever reason—they actually became intimate one day, would he be the one to...
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