Chapter 389 How Many Children Do We Want?
The man fell silent.
Despite his extraordinary self-control, seeing her sultry, liquid gaze and that exquisite figure made his throat work convulsively.
"Come here," she purred again.
She rarely took the initiative, and when it came to seduction, she was still wonderfully naive. A woman accustomed to cool reserve had no sophisticated tricks up her sleeve. But to reward him for everything he'd done for her back home, she was willing to try—just this once.
She'd spent his entire shower rehearsing this moment, searching through memories of movies and television shows for inspiration until she'd settled on this particular scene. Then she'd rifled through the collection of lingerie he'd given her to find this piece.
Honestly, Elizabeth had blushed just putting it on. She'd never worn anything so provocative before.
Everything he gave her—jewelry, shoes, handbags, clothes—was always exquisite. This gossamer nightgown looked delicate as spun silk, almost stiff to the touch, yet felt impossibly soft against her skin, so light she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. The sheer fabric cast a luminous glow over her skin, enhancing every curve with ethereal beauty.
No wonder fashion designers created such garments. Wearing it made her feel undeniably sensual. Reclining on his bed, Elizabeth felt more alluring than ever before.
She gazed at Alexander with newfound confidence.
He dove toward her like a hawk swooping on its prey.
Elizabeth dodged playfully, rolling to one side.
But his long limbs gave him the advantage—one reach of his arm and he could catch her. Panicking, Elizabeth rolled toward the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling off entirely.
"Ah!"
Quick as lightning, Alexander caught her, pulling her back from the brink and into his arms before rolling her beneath him in one fluid motion.
"Little minx! How dare you seduce me?" His voice was rough with desire.
With her hands pinned on either side of her head, Elizabeth didn't struggle or resist. Instead, she whispered against his ear like flowing water: "You took the bait, didn't you?"
He answered not with words but with his lips, and the night that followed was nothing short of blissful.
Later, Elizabeth nestled in his embrace, laughing softly. He was hers—completely hers.
"Darling," she murmured, her hair spilling across his chest like silk, tickling him with its softness and filling him with warmth.
"Mmm," he responded lazily.
"How many children do you want?" It was the first time she'd asked.
"However many you're willing to give me. You're twenty-five or twenty-six now—you could easily have children until forty-five or forty-six." His tone was perfectly serious. "Maybe ten or so. Fifteen if we're blessed with twins."
"I'm not a breeding sow," Elizabeth protested.
Alexander fell silent. Did I call you that? When did I say you were a sow? If you were a sow, what would that make me?
She laughed and continued planning aloud: "I think three more would be perfect. At least one sister for Alice, then maybe two brothers. Two boys, two girls—they'd all have companions. What do you think?"
Alexander's voice took on a dreamy quality: "Boys or girls, they'd all be wonderful. Three more boys would mean Alice has plenty of brothers to protect her—she'd be so happy. Three girls would give us four beautiful daughters."
"Yes!" Elizabeth nodded blissfully. "Whatever we have will be perfect, as long as they're ours. We definitely need more children."
Alexander remained quiet, realizing that once women became mothers, it became addictive. Just moments ago she'd protested being compared to a sow, and now she'd forgotten entirely. Even if he worried about her health and tried to dissuade her, she probably wouldn't listen.
She continued painting her domestic dreams: "Darling, with four children, this house will be too small. We'll need something bigger—with a yard full of flowers and grass, maybe chickens and ducks and geese in the back. We could get a couple of dogs, a few cats. And outside the yard, we could lease some farmland.
"We'd be gentleman farmers! Our children would eat our own fruits and vegetables, our own poultry and meat. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Alexander gazed down at the woman curled against his chest, suddenly seeing past her usual cool composure to the heart that yearned for life, stability, and family.
What she described wasn't the lifestyle of urban elites, but something pastoral—children, pets, land. Her heart craved the peace and warmth of having loved ones close by. She hungered for family.
The realization made him roll her beneath him once more.
Elizabeth pressed her small fists against his chest in mock protest: "What are you doing? Aren't you tired?"
She was exhausted and couldn't take much more.
He chuckled darkly. "You want more children but don't want to put in the effort. How exactly do you expect that to work?"
"Having children requires your effort!" she shot back without thinking.
"Exactly. And I'm putting in that effort right now."
"Oh!"
She couldn't remember when she finally fell asleep, only that her dreams were deep and peaceful. In them, she saw her mother again—this time, the image merged with the homeless woman she'd glimpsed.
She was certain now: that vagrant was her mother.
"Mom," she called in her dream, over and over, until a jarring phone ring jolted her awake.
Elizabeth fumbled for the phone. "Hello? Who is this?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
