Chapter 94
I tirelessly draw in her sweetness and kindness.
Unlike Mary and Lily, Rita's lips were warm, soft, and gentle.
No matter how fervently I sought, she could always satisfy me.
Her kisses were soothing, perfectly teasing the itch deep within me just right.
A mature woman had her own charm. A young lady struggled to match it.
Our words mingled as two lonely spirits met.
With a strong push from my right hand, I lifeted her directly and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my sturdy waist.
Gently, we sank onto the bed.
A single day apart felt like an eternity of three autumns. I reckoned Rita felt the same.
I didn't know how long we kissed. Rita gasped and raised her head. A silver thread pulled up, and her beautiful eyes filled with mist.
"John, do you miss me?"
"I do. You're always in my thoughts, even in my dreams."
I grinned. "So much that I have to change my pants every night."
She lightly punched my chest with a fist. "You're incorrigible!"
"I'm serious. I promise!" I replied.
"Then Rita, do you miss me?"
I softly nibbled on her ear.
Rita softly exclaimed, "Stop, that's not right. I can't take it..."
"Do you miss me?" I asked again.
"Absolutely. Why don't you let me call you? You heartless guy, you haven't contacted me since that day. Have you forgotten about me?"
She spoke with a mix of flirtation and sorrow.
"I really haven't forgotten. It's just been inconvenient these past days!"
"Are you swamped with work?"
"Yeah, I'm working on two major projects."
I smiled. "Big projects that are enough to let Rita and Judith live a good life. Of course, I must work hard!"
"You still care."
She lightly tapped my forehead, then lay down, accidentally hitting on my wound, causing me to wince!
She was startled. "What's wrong?"
"I... I'm fine!"
I pretended to be calm, trying to hide the pain.
"Don't say you're fine. You look pale."
She hurriedly inquired, "Did I hurt you somewhere?"
"No, not at all!" I replied.
"Tell me the truth!"
Seeing her earnest expression, I scratched my head and lifted my left sleeve, revealing the bandaged wound.
She exclaimed, "What happened?"
"It's just a scrach."
"Don't lie to me. Do you need this much bandaging for a small injury?"
She carefully held my hand, her eyes suddenly welling up. "I was a nurse. This is definitely not a small wound!"
I was taken aback. I had never heard her mention of her nursing background before.
Knowing I couldn't keep it hidden, I said, "Please don't cry. It breaks my heart."
She pushed away my hand. "For such an important matter, you kept this from me. Do you really care about me?"
I feared women crying the most and immediately panicked. "It's not like that. I didn't want you to fret, so I didn't tell you. I was planning to..."
"You were waiting until you healed to see me, right?"
I was stunned and then nodded.
She was a mix of concern and frustration. "You always insist on shouldering everything alone!"
I was touched by her tenderness and care, holding her as I rested my head against her chest. "You're so kind."
She remained silent. Instead, she carefully examined my right hand, the bruised skin. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. "Even a simple IV drip has left you so bruised. The injury must be more serious than I thought."
I felt guilty. Why didn't I tell her sooner?
I wiped away her tears with heartache. "I'm sorry. I...I was wrong. I should have told you right away."
"It's my fault too. I should have contacted you earlier," she said, her face a blend of sorrow and guilt, making me uneasy.
"However, this was rather sudden."
After pondering, I didn't hold back and told her about the previous events, skipping the perilous parts.
She was both heartbroken and angry. "You always try to be strong, the hero. Why don't you ever heed advice? It was the same in Green Bay last time, and now you're tussling with kidnappers. Do you think you're Superman?"
I could feel her fear. Last time, saving someone from drowning was one thing, but this time, I ended up injuring myself.
Truthfully, I was scared too. A slower reaction, and that knife could have been fatal.
"I'm sorry. I won't do this again. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Admitting mistakes early was wise, and standing firm when being scolded. In front of Rita, saving face was not important at all.
"Can I not be angry?" Rita huffed, "John Cena, let me tell you. If there's a next time, don't come to me!"
Except for when we first met, she called me that. After that, it was just John. Using my full name now meant she was truly angry.
"It won't, and I promise!"
After soothing her for a while, her expression finally softened. "Do you know how worried I was? If something happened to you, what would I do? What about Judith? After you saved others last time, Judith became a little hero at school. She was so happy. If something happened to you, she'd lose her dad again. How heartbroken would she be?"
"I was wrong. I was so engrossed in flexing my strengths that I overlooked the fact that there's a big beauty and a little beauty here who count on me. I'm such an idiot. I..."
"Tsk, what nonsense about that!" Rita said.
Seeing her like that, I quickly hugged her, kissing away her tears. "All the mistakes are mine. I will always remember I have you and Judith on my shoulders!"
Rita's heart completely melted. She lay on top of me and said, "You're good at sweet-talking! I'm also at fault. Why did I rent the house to you?"
"Perhaps it's fate." I chuckled.
She gave me a playful eye-roll. "Fine, you're on a break for the next few days, right? Just don't bother going back, stay here, I'll look after you!"
'What?'
'Stay here!'
'What about Mary?'
'If she sees me not going back, won't she come looking for me?'
"No need to worry. The hospital has caregivers," I said.
"Can the caregivers be as caring as me?" she retorted.
Rita stated, "Tomorrow's Friday, and I'll take the day off. That gives me a three-day stretch to look after you, just what you need to get back on your feet!"
What could I resist the tender care of someone so kind? This was exactly it!
"I know you care about me, but there's really no need to take a day off just to look after me. I'm not a child, and I'll be discharged by Saturday!" I said.
Rita perched on my lap and murmured, "Who knows better, you or me? If you're trying to annoy me, you can leave right now and see if I'll let you back in later!"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
