Chapter 94 Are You Impotent?
In the quiet solitude of the room, only Maggie and Fiorello remained. Maggie's gaze fell upon Fiorello, her eyes unintentionally shimmering with unshed tears."Fiorello," Maggie's voice wavered, choked with emotion. She was acutely aware of the burdens she had placed upon him.In the brief span of their acquaintance, Fiorello had already engaged in two confrontations on her behalf."It's alright," Fiorello reassured her, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He shifted the topic, asking, "Have you had dinner?""Well, Aunt prepared something," Maggie admitted. However, her appetite had been sparse, and she had barely touched her meal.Fiorello, noting the lateness of the hour, suggested, "You should get some rest. Take tomorrow off and rest at home."Maggie had only recently begun her employment, and requesting a day off seemed a daunting task. Moreover, she was wracked with guilt over her recent blunder. How could she possibly relax at home with a clear conscience?Maggie rose from her seat and approached Fiorello, her arms encircling him in a sudden embrace. She posed a question that left him momentarily stunned, "Can I move into your room?"Fiorello, taken aback, soon understood her intentions. He reassured her, "Maggie, as your husband, it's my duty to protect you."He didn't want her to feel obligated to sacrifice herself out of gratitude.Maggie tightened her hold on him, asserting, "Since we're married, we should share a bed, right?"Fiorello looked down at Maggie, nestled in his arms. He was touched by her sentiment and gently stroked her hair, saying, "Alright, as you wish."Maggie had steeled herself for this decision. She wanted to be a true wife to Fiorello.She had chosen him for life.Her choice wasn't born out of fleeting emotions but stemmed from a deep-seated love for him.Her concern for him had made her realize the depth of her feelings. She had fallen in love with him.She knew she would never encounter another man like Fiorello in her lifetime. She didn't want to harbor any regrets, nor did she wish to waste another moment.However, that night, Fiorello merely held her close and drifted off to sleep, making no further advances.They lay together under the covers, their bodies merely sharing the warmth.Despite the evident reaction of his body, Fiorello remained still, making no further moves.Maggie considered the possibility that Fiorello was exhausted or that the evening's events had dampened his mood. Gradually, she came to understand.She nestled into his embrace, resting her head on his arm, and drifted off to sleep.Fiorello suppressed his desire, concerned that Maggie might be acting impulsively and would regret her decision once she had time to reflect.He continued to restrain himself, holding her hand tightly as he closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.Neither of them slept well that night. Maggie was restless, her mind plagued with thoughts of Quixote's family appearing at dawn, filling her with anxiety.Fiorello, on the other hand, was tormented by the presence of the beautiful woman in his arms, making sleep elusive.At dawn, Fiorello retreated to the bathroom for a cold shower.Maggie, now awake, sat on the edge of the bed. She had initially understood the situation, but now found herself confused again. Why would Fiorello choose a cold shower over her?Just then, Arya called. Maggie answered, "Mom, it's so early, what's up?""Mom just called to ask how you've been lately and when you'll come home for a visit. The neighbors sent over some local specialties, come and pick them up or I can bring them to you.""Mom, we're doing fine. I'll come pick them up when I have time." Maggie didn't want Arya to know about the trouble. If Quixote's family found them here, Arya would be worried."Okay, I'll keep them for you." Arya laughed over the phone, "I'll take some to your aunt Olivia. She's not in a good mood. Isabella and James are still having issues.""Okay, Mom. Take care of yourself. As for Isabella's situation, I've already said it before, don't interfere."Regardless of whether Isabella and James could continue their relationship, if Arya said the wrong thing during this period, she might be resented by them for a lifetime."I know."After hanging up the phone, Fiorello emerged from the bathroom. Maggie had expected him to appear clad only in a towel, but to her surprise, he was fully dressed, offering her no opportunity for further temptation.Maggie remained seated on the bed, her gaze fixed on Fiorello.Fiorello touched his face, puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"Maggie mustered her courage and asked, "Fiorello, why... why did you endure the whole night and not... touch me?"Fiorello, taken aback by her question, offered a smile and sat down beside her on the bed, taking her hand. He was about to explain when Maggie interrupted him, asking, "Are you impotent, or something?"Fiorello was left speechless.
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