Chapter 70
"What kind of responsibility is this? I don't owe your servants a live show!" Calliope snapped, pointing at Jenny and Ava, who were peeking from a distance.
Sylvester's eyes narrowed slightly. Following her finger, he saw Jenny and Ava sneaking around with mischievous grins.
Noticing Sylvester's gaze, Jenny and Ava quickly pretended to be wiping columns and tending to plants.
"Got nothing better to do?" Sylvester's tone was icy.
Jenny and Ava turned around, feigning confusion.
"No, no! Mr. Moore, if you and Mrs. Moore need anything, just let us know. We have work to do, so we'll be going now. Bye-bye," Ava said with a forced smile, pulling Jenny away quickly.
Jenny stifled her laughter. "Yes, Mr. Moore, you go ahead. We'll be leaving now. Ava, let's go!"
Ava and Jenny jogged out of the living room. Once outside, Ava burst into laughter. "Jenny, I think Mrs. Moore really likes Calliope, way more than Nina!"
Jenny's face lit up with a smile. "Yeah, I also feel that Mr. Moore's affection for her surpasses that for Nina. The possessiveness in his eyes is unmistakable. Maybe this is what they call love."
"It's definitely love! I just feel that Mr. Moore really likes her. They are a perfect match! Nina is nice, but she just doesn't seem to fit with Mr. Moore."
Ava discussed her views on Sylvester's marriage. Sometimes, outsiders could see more clearly who the right partner was. The best wasn't always the most suitable; the suitable one was the best.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Calliope was still tightly pinned down by Sylvester in an intimate position, making it easy for anyone to guess what passionate scene might follow.
"Are you satisfied now?" Sylvester's lips curled into a smug smile as he looked down at the petite figure beneath him. He realized his affection for Calliope seemed to be growing deeper.
"Satisfied with what? I can't! I'm on my period!" Calliope pushed against him, trying to get up. She thought, 'Sylvester is shameless. People could come in at any moment, and he wants to do it here? This's crazy. Rich people really has no boundaries!'
But Sylvester leaned down and kissed her lips, whispering, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."
He embraced her soft body, gently sucking on her lips. Calliope was helpless.
But why? When Sylvester kissed her, she involuntarily responded. Why did she feel a desire to be treated gently by him? When did she become so humble?
"Calliope, say you love me." His voice was low and husky, yet incredibly seductive.
Calliope seemed hypnotized and obediently responded, "I love you." As soon as the words left her mouth, she was shocked, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
What did she just say? Love him?
Calliope could hardly believe her ears. Did she just say she loved him?
She felt she was a fickle woman. She had always loved David, so how could she suddenly say she loved Sylvester so smoothly? It was like she had been practicing for years, like she had loved him from the start.
Unbelievable.
"Good girl, Calliope." Sylvester's lips curved into a doting smile as he gently caressed her fair face, kissing her neck like she was a fragile treasure.
She felt ticklish but didn't resist, instead naturally accepting his closeness.
At this moment, Calliope felt she had betrayed herself. The person in her heart had shifted from David to Sylvester!
But she thought Sylvester was unreliable.
He was a playboy with a volatile temper. And they were secretly married. She might end up like the Little Mermaid, turning into sea foam, and everything would return to square one.
"Sylvester, will you like me for a long time?" Calliope asked.
Liking was simple; liking for a long time was too difficult.
He paused, leaving a light kiss on her chest, and answered, "I will."
"How long is a long time? A lifetime?" Her voice was filled with insecurity. She had always lacked a sense of security, with no place for her soul to rest. No matter where she went, she felt adrift.
He said he would hold her for a while, and Sylvester really only held her for a while, not crossing any boundaries, just embracing her and whispering in her ear, "Forever."
Late at night, Calliope lay in bed, looking at the sleeping Sylvester beside her. She had never thought that the person lying next to her would be someone other than David.
Was this man reliable?
Probably not, she thought. His appearance was unreliable, his family background was unreliable, and even his life could end at any moment.
Thinking of this, she laughed at herself, mocking her own naivety. Instead of dreaming of unrealistic things, she might as well think about how to make a lot of money from Sylvester. At least she could get something while he was alive; otherwise, once he was gone, she would have nothing.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her, and she frowned, thinking she had eaten something bad, but the feeling grew stronger.
Calliope covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom, retching for a long time but not throwing up anything.
She turned on the faucet, and the cold water splashed on her face, the chill waking her up instantly.
Suddenly, she looked up sharply, her eyes wide in the mirror. Could she be pregnant?
The thought sent a shiver through her entire body!
Why else would she feel nauseous for no reason? Besides, there were a few times when they didn't use any protection.
Her heart felt like it was suspended in mid-air, her thoughts chaotic.
"It's impossible," Calliope stood alone in front of the mirror, muttering to herself, repeatedly denying it. She couldn't be pregnant! She mustn't be!
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