Chapter 14: Mr. Lawrence Couldn't Help But Long for His Lovely Wife Upon Returning Home
Willow-brook Estate.
Sebastian returned to the living room, not seeing the little woman's figure, he asked with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Where is she?"
"Madam is in the master bedroom, Mr. Lawrence," the butler answered, "She drank a small bowl of porridge and her complexion has improved a lot. If she sleeps, she will surely recover by tomorrow. Please don't worry."
"Worry?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "When have I ever worried about her?"
Butler: "...
Sebastian went straight upstairs. Isabella leaned against the headboard, seemingly bored playing with an apple in her hand, but she heard footsteps outside the door.
"You're back, my dear husband," Isabella smiled sweetly, "You must have worked hard, working until so late."
"You're the one who fainted, not in a coma with a high fever," Sebastian took off his tie and unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt, "Is your mind confused?"
"I'm just concerned about you, that's all."
Sebastian couldn't be bothered to deal with her. This woman suddenly behaving so differently, definitely had a problem.
He was about to turn around and leave, but Isabella called out to him, "Wait a minute."
"Hmm?"
"Help me peel the apple," she handed it to him, "If possible, it would be best to cut it into small cubes."
Sebastian paused for a moment, but surprisingly sat down. He actually started peeling the apple.
Rather than saying "peeling," it was more like he was chopping.
He had transformed a round apple into a rectangular shape, leaving only the core.
Isabella: "..."
She couldn't bear to watch anymore. If he continued peeling, the apple would be gone, and she would have nothing to eat.
"That's enough, that's enough." She quickly snatched it back. "I'll eat it now."
Sebastian threw the fruit knife onto the counter and asked, "Are you satisfied with the service?"
"Don't say it like that." Isabella took a bite of the apple and glanced at him.
"Between husband and wife, isn't this kind of thing expected? Besides, after I woke up, the servant told me that after I fainted, you..." Her sentence was cut short.
Because... her words were muffled by two warm lips. Sebastian leaned in, bent over, and kissed this talkative woman. Isabella widened her eyes.
From the day they met until now, this could be considered their first kiss.
On that rainy night, he left a bruise on her collarbone, marking her as his woman. But he didn't kiss her, and didn't ask for her either.
Now... Isabella felt like she was suffocating.
He pressed his lips against hers and his slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Can't you breathe? Silly woman."
"Of course I can... mmm..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Sebastian fiercely kissed her.
He caressed her cheek, pressing his thumb at the corner of her mouth, diving into every inch of her mouth.
Isabella didn't expect him to kiss so urgently. She tilted her head back slightly and had to endure his intense kisses.
Both of them were breathing heavily. She tightly grasped Sebastian's collar, her neck stretched high, revealing a slender line.
Isabella instinctively resisted, repelled, and wanted to turn her head away. But Sebastian didn't give her a chance to refuse, leaving her unable to move.
He didn't say anything, but all his actions told her that she couldn't escape and should just obediently endure it.
"Sebastian, you... no... mmm," she tried to say a complete sentence, "you can't..."
But he swallowed it all.
"Very sweet," Sebastian murmured incoherently, "sweeter than I imagined..."
"That's because I ate an apple... ah!"
He wasn't satisfied with just a kiss...
Sebastian chuckled softly, "So eager to invite me?"
"What are you talking about? You're the one who initiated it... Sebastian! Stop!"
Isabella trembled all over. She... she... she didn't expect Sebastian to act so beastly when he returned.
The mark he had left last time... had long disappeared, leaving only fair skin as smooth and tender as milk.
"Stop, please stop..." her voice had already turned into a plea.
"Sobbing, 'Sebastian, you can't...”
He placed his hands on either side of her ears, slightly lifted himself, and looked down at her, as if observing a small prey, amusement evident in his eyes.
'Why not?' he said, 'You are my wife, and it is only right and proper.'
'I, I...' Isabella's eyes darted around, and she blurted out, 'I'm on my period!'
Sebastian furrowed his brow. 'Are you sure?'
Before Isabella could answer, his hand had already reached out and touched it directly.
Upon feeling the presence of sanitary napkins, Sebastian withdrew his hand. 'It's true, it seems you weren't lying.'
Isabella's face turned red. 'You, you, you, you, you... you pervert!'
He asked, 'What's the matter? Why such a strong reaction? Has no one ever touched you there before?'"
"Can you please stop talking!"
He sounded surprised, "You and Marcus have been together for two years, and nothing has happened?"
"Do you think every man is like you, only thinking with the lower half?" Isabella replied, "All you think about is that matter..."
"Not wanting is not normal for a man. So..." Sebastian chuckled, "Marcus is not normal? He can't do it?"
"You're the one who can't!" Isabella retorted.
"Well then, it seems like Marcus is perfectly capable. Since that's the case, why are you acting like it's your first time?"
"Him, me, you... you!" Isabella didn't know how to respond, biting her lip in frustration, "I don't know if he can do it or not, and I don't know if you can either!"
"What do you mean? Did you and Marcus do it or not?"
She answered in a sulky voice, "No."
Sebastian clearly noticed that her ears had turned red, "No? You and Marcus actually..."
"Yes! No, no, no!" Isabella was a bit indignant, "We're just dating, even though we have an engagement, but we haven't gotten married yet, so... it hasn't progressed to that stage."
A kind of joy that seemed to have come out of nowhere started to grow from the depths of his heart, quickly merging into his bloodstream.
She was still pure and untouched.
Sebastian leaned down, leaning in close to her crimson ear, "I never expected my Mrs. Lawrence to be so innocent..."
"Sebastian, can you please shut up!"
"Whether Marcus can or not, you'll never know in this lifetime." He lifted his hand, sliding it around her waist from behind, pulling her into his embrace, "But whether I can or not... you'll find out sooner or later."
"I'm on my period... and you still want to?" Isabella's face half emerged from the pillow, shocked, "Do you have a bloodthirsty fetish?"
"Not right now. After all, Mrs. Lawrence, we have plenty of time ahead of us."
As long as they could get through today... it would be enough.
She never expected that one day, her Aunt Flo could actually save her.
But, dragging it out one day at a time... what about the future? What about next time?
"You can't avoid it," Sebastian easily discerned her thoughts, "Isabella, receiving and giving should be in proportion."
Isabella asked cautiously, "Then... could you wait for me to be ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"Just, just... ready for that kind of thing." She made a pained face, "Isn't it said to be very painful?"
"I'll try to be gentle."
Gentle my ass, Isabella cursed in her mind.
"Fine," she said, "You... you go downstairs first, you're pressing down on my hair, I... I'll go take a shower."
Sebastian raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, but his sturdy body remained on top of her, Without moving a muscle.
Isabella waited for a while, but he didn't make any move. She glanced at him and asked, "Did you hear what I just said?"
He raised an eyebrow and said, "Isabella, you have used the trick of pretending to be dumb and playing dumb in front of me too many times."
She pretended to reach out to push him and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about, I just want to take a shower!"
"If I don't expose you, will you continue to play along like this?" he questioned.
Isabella didn't dare to meet his gaze and didn't know where to put her hand that was reaching out to push him.
Chest? It seems too ambiguous.
Shoulder? But she couldn't push him.
Abdomen... with his six-pack, she was afraid she couldn't resist touching.
If it goes further down...
Isabella was about to avert her gaze when Sebastian's voice sounded, "Want to see?"
"... "
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