Chapter 869 The Graceful Visit of Kimberly
His brain surged with blood, and he abruptly stood up, bursting into the bedroom. He wanted to confront his wife about her betrayal. The loud noise startled Grace, who sat up in a daze and casually said, "Byron, you're back. I'm a bit tired. How about you cook dinner tonight?"
Looking at his wife's beautiful, lazy face, Byron couldn't say anything. He even felt guilty, avoiding her gaze as he stammered, "Oh, it's nothing. I'll go cook now. What do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine," Grace said as she got out of bed, her high, firm white breasts still bouncing under her nightgown. Seeing her husband somewhat distracted, she smiled and said, "Byron, what's wrong? It feels like you're hiding something from me. You seemed angry earlier. Did someone bully you again?"
Byron's honest and straightforward nature made him an easy target for those who felt envious of his beautiful wife. They enjoyed teasing him, and he never got angry, always smiling as he sold tofu. No wonder Grace thought he was a pushover.
"No, I just wanted to see if you were awake. I called you a few times, and when you didn't respond, I thought something might have happened to you." Byron looked at his wife's radiant face, which seemed to glow with a subtle blush, as if it had just been nourished by rain. Images of debauchery flashed through his mind, causing him immense pain, but he dared not show it. If the truth came out, his family would likely fall apart.
"What could happen to me?" Grace laughed heartily. She found her husband's behavior odd today but didn't think much of it. The satisfying midday lovemaking with Kevin had left her in a great mood. Plus, Chase had left First High School, removing her biggest worry. She walked up to her husband and softly said, "Forget it, you must be tired too. How about we eat out tonight?"
Grace was over 170 cm tall, while Byron was just over 160 cm, about the same height as their son Andy. Standing face to face, they looked more like mother and son than husband and wife, which was quite comical. Usually, Byron couldn't kiss his wife without standing on tiptoe, only reaching her chest. Sometimes, when Grace was breastfeeding Andy, she would jokingly offer her other breast to Byron to avoid wasting milk.
"I'll cook. Eating out is expensive," Byron said, feeling a bit stingy. Their recent trip to the south had cost several thousand dollars. To him, traveling was a waste of money; everything was expensive, and staying home was better.
"Alright, I'm not very hungry. Just make some porridge," Grace agreed and walked out of the bedroom. "I'll check if Andy has finished his homework."
Seeing his wife's tall, athletic figure walk into their son's room, Byron leaned weakly against the door. He was glad he hadn't acted impulsively, but the thought of his wife's sexy body being ravished by Chase on their bed made his heart bleed. He might be weak, but he still had his dignity as a man. But what could he do? He had no concrete evidence to confront Chase, just a torn pair of pantyhose. If things got out of hand, it would be his family that would suffer the shame.
Forget it, Byron thought, shaking his head in despair. He walked into the bathroom, picked up the pantyhose, and threw them into the kitchen trash can before starting to cook. He couldn't let his wife know he had discovered her secret.
In Andy's room, Grace checked her son's homework while thinking about what Chase had said earlier. She couldn't believe he had resigned from First High School and divorced his wife. Chase had broken up with her for his bright future. Now that he had finally become the dean, how could he give it up so easily? Although the position was Youth, it was still prestigious among the teachers, allowing him to wield power over them.
But Chase had no reason to lie, as she could easily verify the truth with a call to the school's HR department. Grace sighed. She had considered resigning to focus on her clothing store with Bethany and to avoid Chase. But if Chase was leaving, did she still need to quit?
Besides, if she moved to the city, Kevin would still have school and couldn't visit every weekend. Their time together would decrease, potentially giving Alissa an advantage.
Thinking about Kevin's thick, long penis, Grace felt a tingle below. She quickly finished checking her son's homework and returned to the bedroom, sending a message to Kevin on her phone. Then she lay on the bed, her long, smooth legs rubbing together, reminiscing about their passionate midday encounter.
Kevin walked to the south gate, hearing his phone ping twice. He saw a message from Laura. "Kevin, I'm about to board the plane. It's a ten-hour flight to Vienna. I'm already dreading it."
Kevin remembered that Laura and Daisy were flying to Vienna today. He quickly replied, "Have a safe trip and have fun."
"Hmph, you don't care about me at all. You didn't even ask if I had left," Laura responded, sounding annoyed.
Kevin felt embarrassed. He had been so excited about Grace's return that he had forgotten everything else. "Laura, I'm sorry. I was busy helping at the store today, and it was exhausting. I just got home. Please don't be mad," Kevin explained.
"Hmph, I'm still mad. I was going to buy you ten gifts, but now I'll only get you nine," Laura replied.
Kevin felt guilty. Laura still cared about him despite her words, while he hadn't given her much thought. Perhaps he hadn't experienced the struggle of pursuing someone like Albert did, so he didn't cherish her as much. Laura was one of the top beauties at school, with countless admirers. If Albert knew how little he valued her, he'd probably tear him apart.
After much coaxing, Kevin finally made Laura happy. They chatted for a while until she boarded the plane and reluctantly said goodbye. Kevin, drenched in sweat, felt more exhausted than after his midday tryst with Grace. Just then, his phone buzzed again. It was a photo from Albert, showing him in floral shorts and sunglasses, with blue skies, white clouds, and tall coconut trees in the background. He was making a V sign at the camera, surrounded by scantily clad tourists. Clearly, he had reached the Maldives.
This guy sure moves fast, Kevin thought enviously. Evelyn had invited him to the Maldives, but he had declined for various reasons. He didn't want to jeopardize his mended relationship with Albert by revealing his affair with Evelyn. But seeing Albert seemingly over his heartbreak made Kevin feel relieved. Half of the summer vacation had passed, and while his classmates were traveling and sharing photos, he was stuck at home doing homework. It was frustrating, but his family's situation was different. His mother worked hard to support him, even buying him a computer and phone. Compared to truly impoverished students, he had no right to complain.
"Show off all you want. Just bring me back two coconuts," Kevin texted Albert.
"Sure, I'll send you a box from the fruit market and two Maldives beauties to drain you dry. Haha," Albert replied, clearly in a good mood. He sent Kevin several photos of beautiful women in short shorts and tank tops, making Kevin's nose bleed. The Maldives seemed like a paradise.
But those beauties, despite their revealing outfits, couldn't compare to his godmother in looks and figure. Grace's long legs and perfect hips were supermodel-level. If she wore a sexy swimsuit on the beach, she'd attract every male within a hundred miles. Audrey would cause an even bigger sensation. Kevin remembered their trip to the water park, where Audrey's swimsuit had turned every head. Without Kevin as her protector, she'd have been swarmed by admirers.
Kevin hoped to take Audrey to the water park again when she returned. But he didn't know when she'd come back or how things were going with Lucas. Would they reconcile or part ways? It was all uncertain, and he could only wait for Audrey to decide.
Kevin entered his home distractedly, changing into slippers and calling out, "Mom, I'm starving. Hurry up and cook... Ah... Kimberly, what brings you here?"
A beautiful woman sat on the living room sofa, elegant and radiant, with fair legs under a sky-blue dress. It was Kimberly, the English teacher from Class 57.
"Why can't I come? Am I not welcome?" Kimberly smiled, standing up. Her simple dress accentuated her slender figure, with a willow-like waist and slim legs. Her delicate features and gentle femininity made her a refreshing sight, unlike the voluptuous Alissa, the stunning Audrey, or the seductive Vanessa. Kimberly was like a lotus in a summer pond, standing gracefully and calming the soul, making one forget the summer heat and feel at peace.
"Of course, you're welcome," Kevin stammered, his eyes unconsciously drawn to the enticing curves of his English teacher's chest. Last semester, Kimberly had moved into the school dormitory, and a lizard had accidentally fallen into her neckline. Kevin had helped her remove it, getting a good feel of her soft, smooth breasts. He could still remember the intoxicating sensation.
Kimberly noticed Kevin staring at her chest and seemed to recall that embarrassing incident. Her fair face blushed slightly as she glared at him and softly scolded, "What are you looking at? Is it that interesting?"
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