Chapter 70 This Isn't Good of You
I wandered downstairs, but Edward's car was nowhere in sight. Just as I was starting to get confused, a car zoomed up and screeched to a halt right in front of me. I jumped back, startled. The door swung open, and out stepped a guy in fancy leather shoes. I looked up and, surprise, surprise, it was Edward.
"What's up? Didn't see me and you're worried about me?" His voice was as calm as ever.
"No, I didn't expect this to be your car," I said, eyeing the unfamiliar Rolls-Royce. Edward didn't say a word, just pushed me into the car.
Once inside, he asked, "Where were you this morning? Why didn't you come back to the villa?"
"I went to the law firm and took on a case," I replied, patting the documents in my hand.
"Don't overwork yourself; I can take care of you," he said.
If this were before, I might've been touched by Edward's words, but not anymore. Now, I just had to play the part of the sweet, dutiful wife.
I lifted my head and kissed his chin. "I know you can take care of me, but I need something to do. Being alone at home makes me miss my mom."
Edward smoothed my hair with one hand and raised the partition between the back seat and the driver's seat with the other. His gaze was intense, like a predator eyeing its prey. He leaned in, and I crossed my arms over my chest. "The driver is still up front; behave yourself."
"Scared? Don't worry. This car's soundproof. No one will hear a thing," he said, patting his thigh, signaling for me to sit on his lap.
I didn't move, so Edward wrapped his arm around my waist. "Not willing? Let me help you."
He was strong, and despite the cramped space, he lifted me onto his lap, my chest pressed against his.
This position was super awkward.
I leaned back a bit to create some space. "You got a new car to pick me up. Do you want something to happen here?"
Edward chuckled, "What could I want? I just missed you and wanted to hold you." I was shocked. The man who used to be so cold was now so clingy. Must be the hormones.
He held me close and whispered in my ear, "If you want something to happen, I can cooperate."
The car felt intimate, the enclosed space cutting us off from the noisy world outside. The small space was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and his cologne filled my nostrils. The closeness made the car feel warmer. My body started to heat up. I leaned into him, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, planting a hot, passionate kiss on my lips.
The car was quiet, just the sound of our breathing. Our eyes met, and Edward's were like a deep blue ocean, full of possessiveness. I knew he didn't love me. Conveniently, I didn't love him anymore either. Setting aside love and emotions, the physical connection was quite enjoyable.
Edward suddenly leaned closer, gripping my shoulders tightly, the force making me wince. I looked at him in surprise, his breathing rapid and uneven, hot against my face.
"Diana, I..." His voice was hoarse, but he didn't finish.
I raised my hand to stroke his eyebrows, then wrapped my arm around his neck. His hands started to roam over my body, getting rougher. My clothes were getting disheveled. Then his hand lifted my shirt from my waist. With a slight force, my upper body was completely exposed to his gaze.
Edward's lips were all over my face, and I twisted my head, trying to dodge him. His kisses moved to my neck and collarbone, wild and relentless. I whimpered in pain, and he just kept going. His breathing got heavier, each move more aggressive. I could feel his desire, almost overwhelming me.
Edward wasn't the gentle guy I knew anymore; now he was just a shell driven by lust, ignoring my struggles. My heart was racing. My skirt was lifted, my stockings torn. I was sitting right on his lap, his body trembling with excitement.
"Move yourself," Edward's voice was rough. I didn't dare disobey. I moved my body, and he seemed pleased.
The car drove smoothly through busy streets and then onto a quiet road. The scenery outside kept changing, but inside, things were heating up.
"You're... not... doing it right..." Edward's voice was broken. I ignored him and kept moving, up and down. Being in control felt good, despite the soreness in my lower back.
The car pulled into Howard Villa and stopped in the yard. The driver didn't say a word, and Melissa didn't come to open the door until we were done.
I knelt beside Edward, carefully wiping him down. He leaned back, one hand on my cheek.
"I don't know why, but I missed you so much today," Edward said, sounding frustrated. "I couldn't control myself."
I played along. "I missed you too, so much that I couldn't even focus on my case files. As soon as I saw you, I wanted to jump on you." I fastened his belt and stood up to fix my clothes.
A dark red stain on the seat caught my eye, making me feel awkward. Edward noticed right away.
He stared at the stain, his mouth open in shock. "What's wrong with you?" He looked like a confused kid, shrinking back. His eyes were full of concern. "Diana, are you okay? Why didn't you say anything?"
He probably thought I was pregnant. I wiped the stain and whispered, "It's probably just my period. Sorry for messing up the new car seat."
"It's just a car; we can get another one. Pushing yourself during your period, are you trying to kill yourself?" Edward's voice softened. He draped his jacket over my legs and carried me in his arms.
Edward carried me through the living room and upstairs to the guest room, with Melissa and Anne watching.
"Diana, lie down. I'll make you some cinnamon tea. I always make it for Anne during her period." He spoke softly and then hurried to the kitchen. The warmth in my heart turned cold. I wasn't special to Edward; he was just sharing the care he gave to Anne with me.
Soon, Edward came back with a steaming cup of cinnamon tea. He handed it to me carefully, his hand touching mine. His hand was warm, but it couldn't warm my heart.
"Be careful; it's hot," he reminded me, then sat beside me, his eyes never leaving me.
I sipped the tea and saw Anne standing outside, peeking through the door. Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with shock and jealousy. She was probably wondering why she wasn't the one being cared for by Edward.
And she could only stand there, watching like an outsider.
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