Chapter 479 Missing
Brad said, "I went back to the house across the street; that's our house."
"Brad, explain clearly, don't think you can get away with it," Ronan asked irritably.
Brad was pretty sharp. After years of working outside, he had honed his skills in reading people to perfection. Naturally, he could see that Ronan was unhappy.
Brad plopped down on the sofa, pulled a bunch of keys out of his pajama pocket, and tossed them on the coffee table. He then started to tell us a story. "I bought the house across the street. I was planning to surprise Jane tomorrow, but the sofa was too uncomfortable to sleep on, so I went to sleep in the house across the street and came back before dawn. That way, I wouldn't ruin the surprise for Jane. I didn't expect you all to be up already."
Brad spread his hands towards me, looking like he had messed up a good deed.
Ronan and Helen exchanged a glance but didn't say anything.
But I wasn't happy about it. "It was more like a shock. You disappeared suddenly, and I even checked the balcony, afraid something had happened to you. And you just went off to sleep comfortably somewhere else. Do you know how worried I was?" As I spoke, I felt wronged and wanted to cry.
Seeing my tearful eyes, Brad felt sorry and scooted over to comfort me. "I'm sorry for making you worry, sweetheart. It's all my fault. Don't be mad at me. I apologize. Don't cry, okay? I won't do it again. I'll report to you wherever I go, alright?"
He wrapped one arm around me, wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with the other, and lowered his head, softly coaxing me. I tried several times to push him away in anger, but his hand wouldn't budge no matter how hard I tried. I had no choice but to let him hold me.
Seeing this, Ronan and Helen turned around and went back to sleep.
Brad remarked, "Alright, don't cry. Are you still sleepy? If not, why don't you sleep a little longer? Ronan and Helen went back to sleep, so you should too. Lack of sleep can affect your skin."
So, when the missing Brad returned, he managed to talk me into letting him stay in my bedroom.
Maybe because he was mindful that this was my home and Ronan and Helen were nearby, Brad didn't do anything with his warm body; he just held me tightly.
His body temperature was scorching, like fire, making it impossible for me to sleep. I couldn't help but move a little.
Brad said, "Don't move, sweetheart, or something might happen."
I replied, "Okay."
However, even though I knew I shouldn't move and it could lead to trouble, the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. I kept fidgeting, scratching in various places, unable to stop.
Brad finally couldn't take it anymore and growled, "I told you not to move, but you just had to."
He then grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erect penis, which was throbbing with life in my palm.
My face instantly turned bright red.
"Let go, I don't want to touch it; you're so annoying." I tried desperately to pull my hand away.But Brad's grip was like it was welded in place. No matter how hard I struggled, it wouldn't budge.
"Let go, please." I was almost in tears.
Brad pressed my head against his chest with his other hand, not letting me see his restrained face, and said in a deep voice, "Sweetheart, just hold it like this. I won't move or do anything. I promise."
Hearing this, I calmed down.
Sure enough, Brad didn't do anything. His tense body temperature gradually dropped, but his penis in my hand remained the same, not shrinking at all.
When I woke up again, it was already daylight, and I could hear faint footsteps in the living room.
I felt sore all over and tried to move, but accidentally woke up Brad, who was sleeping next to me. I heard him grunt, and something in my palm started to grow.
I suddenly remembered that I had fallen asleep holding his penis.
Brad said, "Sweetheart, move a little, it misses you."
I refused, using all my strength to pull my hand away.
After getting ready, I walked out of the bedroom with Brad following behind.
Ronan happened to come in from outside. Seeing us coming out of my bedroom one after the other, he snorted heavily in anger and ignored Brad's morning greeting, heading straight to the kitchen with the breakfast he was carrying.
Seeing this, Brad wasn't angry but instead chuckled sneakily.
At the breakfast table, the topic of the house across the street inevitably came up. Brad was very honest and straightforward about the reason for buying it.
Ever since that incident at the family gathering years ago, the relationship between the two families had become increasingly distant. It reached its peak of tension after Daniel's car accident. Brad saw this and was anxious.
In the past, the two families were like one. Helen and Emma were like sisters, but they had become enemies. Honestly, both families had regrets.
Especially after my family moved away, Emma and Hugh often sat in their small garden, staring at the small garden across the street in a daze. Brad knew Emma was reminiscing about the happy days of the past and wanted to find a way to bring the two families back together.
It just so happened that the owner of the house across from my new home had to sell it due to a job transfer. Brad found out by chance and felt it was an opportunity given by God, so he bought it without hesitation.
"Ronan, Helen, I don't dare interfere too much in the matters of the older generation. The main reason I bought this house was to keep Jane close to you. You only have one daughter. When we start our own family, it will be just the two of you, and it will be lonely. Jane will be sad, and you will be heartbroken. So, living across the street from each other, like before, sharing everything, will perfectly solve all the problems. It's the best way to get along." Brad's words were very sincere. He had really done a lot for me, and I couldn't help but lean closer to him.
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