Chapter 95 The Perfect Union
A sense of confusion had been brewing in the depths of Maggie's heart for some time. She was a woman of undeniable beauty, yet Fiorello seemed to harbor no desire for her. She questioned whether he was capable of resisting such temptation, or perhaps, was he incapable of sexual desire altogether?Upon seeing Fiorello's silence, Maggie, ridden with anxiety, stammered, "I... I'm sorry. If there's an issue, I don't mind. Medical technology is quite advanced these days..." Her questioning of Fiorello's virility struck a blow to his masculine pride.Suddenly, Fiorello pushed himself up from the bed, lunging towards her and looming over her. His voice, magnetic and tinged with temptation, asked, "Are you afraid of pain?""Huh?" Maggie found herself unable to keep pace with his train of thought."I'll show you the answer with actions," he declared. With that, Fiorello captured her lips in a kiss, lifting Maggie's hand above her head, their fingers entwining.His movements were gentle, instantly igniting the room's temperature. Maggie felt a tingling sensation all over her body.Maggie was kissed so deeply that her mind felt slightly oxygen-deprived. He released her, their noses touching, their eyes locked in an intense gaze.Maggie's heart pounded, her body heated, and even her breaths became rapid, her chest rising and falling. The temptation was overwhelming..."Fiorello," Maggie's voice was the epitome of seduction.His fingers threaded through her hair, his voice husky, "Maggie, have you made up your mind?"Gazing into his deep-set eyes, Maggie nodded, "I want to be your real wife."Fiorello felt a surge of joy in his heart, leaning down to lightly nip at her earlobe...The sunlight gradually filtered through the window, casting an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.In that moment, they truly became husband and wife.Soon after, fragments of memories flooded Maggie's mind, stimulating her brain nerves.Were those memories dreams or reality?Maggie found herself unable to discern.An hour later, Fiorello was in the bathroom, warm water cascading down his skin.He replayed the recent events in his mind, clearly aware that Maggie was not inexperienced.In this day and age, Fiorello didn't expect Maggie to be a virgin, but she had previously stated that she had only been with one man, Samwise, and their intimacy had been limited to holding hands.Fiorello wiped the water off his face, recalling Samwise's words.Fiorello's emotions at this time were akin to a thorn lodged in his throat, unable to be spat out or swallowed.However, he concealed his emotions well.Emerging from the bathroom, he found Maggie sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the sheets.Despite it being her first time, why was there no blood?When Fiorello heard Maggie coming out of the bathroom, she looked up, guilt evident in her eyes. "Fiorello, I..." She wanted to explain but didn't know how. It was her first time, and she didn't want to be misunderstood. Samwise had uttered hurtful words not long ago, what if Fiorello took them to heart?"You were tired just now. Stay at home and rest today," Fiorello said with a smile, walking over to Maggie and planting a kiss on her forehead."Wait for me to come back from work." Fiorello was not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and in those few minutes in the bathroom, he had already found an answer for himself.He had vowed that no matter Maggie's past, she was now his wife, and he would protect her. His promise remained unchanged.Maggie was attuned to Fiorello's thoughts. She sensed that something was troubling him, but since he didn't voice it, she hesitated to broach the subject."Hmm," Maggie nodded in agreement.Fiorello departed for work, and Maggie heard the sound of the door closing, still lost in thought as she stared at the sheets.Suddenly, Samwise's words echoed in her ears.Could it be true that she had been with other men in the past?With this thought, Maggie hastily dialed Dulcinea's number.
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