Chapter 39 A Romantic Night
Maggie felt like she couldn't clear herself of the suspicion of seducing Fiorello.
Fiorello was startled too, and with the phone on speaker, he had of course heard Dulcinea's voice.
His timing... could not have been worse.
“Maggie, are you listening? If you need guidance, I have resources. You could learn a thing or two…” Dulcinea's voice trailed on.
Maggie, in a panic, hurriedly hung up the call, and in her fluster, dropped her phone on the floor.
Maggie's heart raced with tension as she cradled her recently purchased smartphone. The thought of it breaking and facing the expense of replacement was daunting.
Her hands reached out just in time to catch it, safeguarding her phone from harm.
Fiorello stood at the doorway, his face an impassive mask, though internally he was just as confused.
In her scramble to save her phone, Maggie had half-knelt on the floor, causing her towel to loosen. From his vantage point, Fiorello had an unintentionally revealing view...
Maggie tugged awkwardly at the towel and wrapped it tighter around herself.
"Uh, I got you a bubble tea, should still be warm."
Maggie managed a strained smile and quickly tried to dispel the tension, "Dulcinea's just a jokester, don't take it seriously."
Fiorello flashed a teasing smile and joked, "I'm actually looking forward to it now. Wasn't Dulcinea's wedding gift to you a set of pajamas?"
His forthright remark instantly left Maggie blushing. Fresh from the bath, her skin glowed, a delicate blend of alabaster and rose. Her bashfulness only added to her allure.
Her charm was natural, not an ounce of pretense, and Fiorello felt a tight sensation in his stomach.
Maggie was the first person to stir such an instinctive reaction in him just by sight.
"Dulcinea's just into pranks," Maggie fumbled her words as she spoke.
"Maggie." Fiorello called her name with sudden earnestness and moved closer to her.
Maggie's heartbeat surged, her body as though rooted to the spot, immovable.
With cheeks aflame, she looked at him, her nervous heart pounding as if it might burst forth.
At that moment, she wondered what she would do if Fiorello pressed his rights as her husband.
They were legally married, after all, and such a request would be within reason.
As Maggie waged an internal battle, Fiorello lifted his hand toward her.
His hand, defined and carrying the unique scent of manhood, approached, and Maggie instinctively clutched the towel tighter.
Expecting him to do something bold, she was surprised when he simply smoothed back a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
"Remember to dry your hair after washing it at night, otherwise you might wake up with a headache."
"Huh? Oh!" Maggie nodded dazedly, her response prompting a laugh from him.
He leaned in closer, teasing her in a whisper, "Are you afraid I'll force you?"
Embarrassed and anxious, Maggie squeezed her eyes shut and replied in denial, "No, of course not."
Her reaction lifted his spirits significantly.
He reached out to ruffle her hair, "Got to rest early, right? You still have that interview tomorrow."
At his words, Maggie opened her eyes just in time to see him turning and walking to the dining table, picking up the bubble tea from its surface.
She thought for a moment that he might have wanted…
If he had wanted to, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea…
However, his turn made her feel a pinch of disappointment. Was it true what Dulcinea had said? Was she too stiff for Fiorello's taste? Or could it be that he simply wasn't interested?
Or worse: was he incapable?
After Maggie returned to her room, she subconsciously touched her head, still able to feel the tenderness of his touch.
Her phone kept buzzing with new messages - it was Dulcinea texting her.
Dulcinea: [What happened? Why did you hang up?]
Maggie: [He came back and heard what you just said.]
After sending the message, Dulcinea responded instantly.
Dulcinea: [And then? Did sparks fly?]
Maggie: [No, we both went to our separate rooms.]
Dulcinea: [Maggie, do you think Fiorello is incapable? I mean, having a beauty like you around and still he can sleep in a separate room, it’s definitely not normal.]
Maggie had her suspicions, but questioning a man's capability was a bit dangerous.
Maggie: [I don't think that's it. Maybe it's the lack of feelings, I guess. Gotta go, need my rest for the interview tomorrow.]
Being his wife, Maggie protected Fiorello's image, even if she had doubts, especially in front of others.
Meanwhile, back in his bedroom, Fiorello received a call from Holden.
Holden relayed a message from Eleanor, insisting Fiorello needed to have a grandchild soon.
Fiorello scowled, "Nosy."
"Fiorello, it's a mother's order. You're thirty already, for heaven's sake! Is it normal for a thirty-year-old man to have never been with a woman? To sleep in separate rooms from his wife, is that normal? Fiorello, tell me you're not – you know, incapable?"
Holden had taken quite the risk with that last question.
"The spending money for this year, you can forget about it."
Fiorello grasped Holden's lifeline with a single sentence.
Before Holden could beg for mercy, Fiorello cut off the call. He knew his own capability, and had he not been reining himself in, his desire would have leapt out.
However, as a man who had lived for thirty years, he indeed had no experience in certain matters.
He had never touched a woman, although he had had such a dream a few years ago—a dream so vivid he couldn't forget it to this day.
The woman in his dream had captivating eyes, just like Maggie.
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