Chapter 198 Coming to Fruition
A breath as intense as fire exploded between them, turning up the temperature in the room.
Luann's hands clung weakly to Myron's shoulders, her face flushed and as tempting as a ripe apple, her long lashes trembling from the tension.
After the kiss, Myron pulled back to a safer distance.
"Luann..."
His voice was husky with longing.
Luann's eyes fluttered open, her gaze no longer clear but filled with an enticing haze. Tears glistened at the edges of her eyes, and her long black hair cascaded onto the pillow, making her pale face stand out even more.
Myron swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He struggled to pull his eyes away from the charming sight before him.
"Thank you for wanting to love me."
A flicker of confusion flashed through the depths of Luann's almond-shaped eyes.
‘Thanks? Why should I thank her?’
She felt her fingers being gently lifted before she could grasp the context.
Myron's movements were slow enough to dilate Luann's pupils.
"You’re smart, my darling. You must have noticed, right?"
His chuckle was deep, sending vibrations through his chest.
"Is he talking about... his appearance?"
Soon, Luann found her hand guided to touch the side of his face.
This was the first time she had focused on feeling the scar. It was warm to the touch—hardly distinguishable from the rest of his skin.
"Help me remove it, baby" Myron said softly, caressing her hair.
"Take it... off?"
Luann had suspected that the scar on Myron's face was a sham, but hearing him admit it still shocked her.
Her fingertips tentatively explored near his ear until she felt a slightly lifted edge that was barely noticeable.
Then she pulled.
The fake scar fell into the palm of her hand.
Luann gasped.
His features were stunning—the high bridge of his nose, the sharp outline of his jaw, each aspect like a gentle stroke of artistry from the divine.
Luann had seen her fair share of handsome men, but she couldn't help but think: ‘Wow, he's gorgeous!’
Myron watched the woman before him, her eyes reflecting his image.
He leaned in closer.
His nose lightly brushed against her delicate one, and their breaths mingled.
"Do you like me better like this?"
Without hesitation, Luann Weaver responded firmly. "Of course!"
His transformation from an ordinary guy to a heartthrob was enough to make anyone ecstatic.
Myron was pleased with her reaction, a slight smile gracing his typically calm expression.
But there was no coldness in him now. He radiated endless tenderness.
"My Luann does keep her word."
"Hmm?"
"You once promised me that you'd be with me the day my real face was revealed."
Luann suddenly remembered that detail.
Myron had even conned her into making a written promise back then.
"No wonder you were so confident. You tricked me!" Luann glared at him, her lips puckering in a pout that was all too childishly endearing.
"I won't dare do it again," he chuckled.
Luann tugged at his ear, threatening, "There’d better not be a next time, huh?"
Myron squinted his eyes slightly, watching her push the limits with that playful charm, finding it incredibly endearing.
"Why... why are you staring at me with that goofy smile?" Luann gazed at the handsome face before her, feeling her heart struggle to withstand it.
She tried to look away, turning her head to glance aside.
But Myron didn't leave. Instead, he drew even closer. His breath traced the delicate curve of her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Because I like you, Luann Weaver. I don't want to wait anymore."
Confused, Luann managed to say, "Huh?"
Her question was silenced as Myron firmly grasped her chin, and all her uncertainties were consumed.
His hand made its way under her shirt, sneaking in smoothly.
Luann's head spun like a budding rose, slowly unfurling its petals. She felt like she was stepping on soft clouds, her body light and airy.
The fortress had been breached; Myron Curtis swept through without a hint of mercy.
Outside, the sky was beginning to lighten.
The sounds from the large bed in the bedroom persisted.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally ceased.
Myron looked at the woman who had already fainted from exhaustion, gently wiped the tears from her eyes, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"You did well, my darling."
When Luann woke, sunlight was streaming through the partly opened curtains.
She opened her eyes and tried to get up, only to find her whole body aching.
"Ouch..."
Despair washed over her as she caught sight of the bruises. It was just too much.
She glanced at the clock and realized it was already three in the afternoon.
Luann attempted to get out of bed, but as soon as her feet touched the floor, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground.
At that moment, the door swung open.
Myron strode in quickly, closing the door behind him.
"Are you okay?"
Luann waved her hand awkwardly, not daring to look up, her head lowered.
"It’s nothing... I'm fine..."
Sensing her struggle, Myron's hands glided under her arms, lifting her effortlessly back onto the bed.
"What do you want to wear? I'll help you."
"No... no need, I can manage..." Luann stuttered.
Myron smiled and walked over to the closet, selecting a white dress for her.
"Stretch out your arm."
Seeing his insistence, Luann conceded hesitantly. "Alright then."
After Myron carefully dressed her, he picked her up to take her to the bathroom. He wet a towel, wiped her face, applied some facial wash, and slowly, gently, washed her face.
Luann didn't need to lift a finger. She just leaned on him and breathed.
After washing up and brushing her teeth, Myron guided her downstairs.
The elderly lady was seated cozily on the sofa, immersed in a TV show, while John peeled some fruit beside her.
When she heard their approach, she turned with a beaming smile and said, "Luann, you're awake."
Luann met her gaze and felt an indescribable strangeness wash over her.
"Mm..."
"Myron, hurry up and take Luann to get some breakfast."
"Sure."
After they headed to the dining room, the old lady turned back to her show, her heart swelling with pride.
"Oh, my grandson has made me proud. This is very good."
She had woken up at the crack of dawn and passed by Myron's door while preparing to step downstairs. The sounds from within told her all she needed to know.
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She hurriedly got someone to prepare a stew, ensuring Luann could have it when she woke up.
John offered a subtle smile but kept his thoughts to himself. He was overjoyed inside.
The young master and his lady had finally made it official. They were bona fide husband and wife.
