Chapter 492 Claiming Credit
"It's kinda chilly," I said, grabbing the edge of the blanket to cover myself.
Brad suddenly pressed down on me, kissing me passionately and making love to me.
We had wild sex all night and only stopped when the sun came up.
Brad was already up, wandering around the house shirtless.
I was sore all over and didn't feel like getting out of bed, lazily rolling around.
It wasn't until Helen knocked on the door to call us for breakfast that I realized I had been lounging around and hadn't washed up or found any clothes to wear outside.
I had come over last night in my pajamas wrapped in a blanket; I couldn't go back wrapped in a blanket again.
I was thinking about asking Brad to go back and get me some clothes when he picked me up and placed me in front of the wardrobe. He opened it with his right hand, looking quite pleased with himself, as if seeking praise.
I looked and was genuinely shocked.
The entire wardrobe was filled with women's clothes, and the drawers below were packed with underwear.
I was quite pleasantly surprised.
I was happy that he had secretly bought me so many clothes, and they all seemed to fit, but the underwear...
Brad smiled and picked up a red piece of lingerie. "I know your size; it will definitely fit."
I shyly put on the lingerie, and it fit perfectly.
"Brad, I never told you my size. How did you know?" I asked, puzzled.
Brad mischievously pinched my breasts. "A man's hand is the most accurate measuring tool in the world."
Shameless.
I got myself ready and, holding Brad's hand, went back to my house.
Sure enough, my gentle and elegant dad was sitting upright on the sofa, looking displeased.
Brad and I carefully sat down opposite my dad, wanting to appease him but not knowing where to start.
The three of us sat awkwardly for several minutes. My mom, seeing us looking like scared rabbits, felt sorry for us and dragged my dad into the kitchen.
She said, "What are you trying to do? You're scaring them."
Ronan replied, "I'm not trying to do anything, just setting some house rules."
"I think you're crazy. Cheer up, will you?" With Helen's intervention, Ronan finally showed a bit of a smile at the dinner table.
Just after we finished eating, Hugh and Emma arrived, with Rachel and Daniel in tow, carrying large bags.
The elders chatted while the four of us younger ones sat and listened.
Emma remarked, "Helen, Brad proposed successfully yesterday. Hugh and I are so happy. Today, we came specifically to express our feelings as Brad's parents."
Rachel took out the gifts one by one, including bags, jewelry, and many things I liked.
Ronan was reluctant but couldn't refuse.
Following the principle of reciprocity, my mom carefully prepared gifts and took me to Hugh's house.
As soon as I stepped in, a familiar feeling washed over me, and I felt like crying.
I had lived here for twenty years.
As I stepped onto the porch, I saw both doors open. Hugh and Emma came out from the left, and Daniel and Rachel from the right.
I was stunned, and my parents smiled without saying a word.
Daniel laughed and pointed behind him. "The house has too many memories; I couldn't bear to let anyone else live here, so I bought it. When you get married, you might not have enough space, so I'll live here, and we can look out for each other."
Brad and my parents' expressions showed they had known about this all along; only I had been kept in the dark.
These days, Brad and I have been extremely busy.
After returning to school, Brad took over all the project work, giving me time to prepare my thesis.
The department praised the new paint's trial results, which brought us one step closer to success.
In the blink of an eye, it was April, and the grass on campus had turned green.
I wrote an academic paper on the new paint and submitted it to a national research journal, asking Elliot to co-author it. Yet Elliot refused, saying he had many other things to do and wouldn't focus his future on this.
He said he had joined initially just for fun and now it was time to step back.
I strongly opposed this, threatening not to publish if he didn't co-author, but Elliot still wouldn't agree.
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