Chapter 1006 Tender Moments
Just outside the door, Martin, Patricia, Randy, Fannie, Maria, Elijah, and Stella were all standing there, watching Charles with great interest.
Seeing him come out, everyone seemed to receive a signal and started grinning mischievously.
Charles, afraid that Hannah would be embarrassed if she found out, pretended not to see anything, walked out the door, closed it, and whispered, "What are you all doing?"
Then he looked at Stella. "And you, why are you here?"
Stella replied, "Not just me, my dad, mom, and grandpa are all here! They said your family is lively, so they want to spend Christmas here."
Charles's forehead veins throbbed visibly.
He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "Then why are you all standing outside my door? Don't you have anything else to do?"
Fannie said speechlessly, "I didn't want to either, but you were too noisy last night. I couldn't sleep because of you."
Randy blushed and said awkwardly, "Me too!"
Their rooms were next to each other.
Charles was at the end, Randy next door, and Fannie across the hall.
Maria and Declan were on the third floor.
It had been arranged this way since they were kids, and they were too lazy to change it as they grew up, so they continued living like this.
A rare blush appeared on Charles's handsome face, and he nervously scratched his nose. For once, the usually eloquent Charles didn't know how to respond.
Patricia, being experienced, saw his expression and knew what had happened last night. She excitedly pulled him in front of her. "Tell me, did you have sex with Hannah last night? Am I going to be a grandmother soon?"
Afraid that Hannah in the room would hear, Charles pushed them aside.
Seeing their expressions, his temples throbbed.
Charles said, "Why are you all so nosy? Remember, you know nothing and heard nothing. When you see Hannah later, if anyone shows the slightest hint, I won't be polite."
Fannie glanced at his neck and said ambiguously, "We'd like to, but you should at least be more discreet. The marks on your neck are so obvious that it's hard to pretend we don't know."
Charles instinctively touched his neck.
Fannie's gaze followed his hand. "Yes, right there, and on the side, and the left, they're everywhere."
A rare blush appeared on Charles's handsome face. To hide his embarrassment, his voice unconsciously grew louder. "Go back to your rooms! Mind your own business."
Saying this, he turned to Hannah's room, grabbed a clean set of clothes for her. Before returning to his room, he glared at Fannie and the others still standing there, giving them one last warning with his eyes.
As the door closed, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Patricia let out a long sigh of relief, feeling gratified. "He finally has a girlfriend! Ever since Violet's accident, he hasn't dated anyone. I was so worried he'd be single forever. Now I can finally relax."
Fannie nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yes! Charles may have many flaws, but his only good trait is responsibility. As long as he's willing to be with Hannah, he won't leave her for the rest of his life. Mom, you can look forward to having a grandchild!"
Mentioning grandchildren, Patricia rolled her eyes. "If I remember correctly, you and Charles are the same age! Look at you, how long have you been married, and why don't you have kids yet?"
Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly turned to her, and Fannie pouted, "We were talking about Charles. Why are you bringing me into this?"
Patricia said, "Your age is increasing, and the risk of having a child is also increasing. If you don't have a child soon..."
Seeing Patricia start to nag again, Fannie grabbed her husband Elijah and ran.
In the room, Hannah stood in front of the bathroom mirror. In the bright light, she saw the hickeys on her body clearly for the first time, and her face turned red. Even her neck and ears were red.
Hannah thought, 'Damn it. Last night, I got too carried away and accidentally let Charles leave so many marks.'
Hannah turned on the faucet and tried to wash them off with water, but her skin turned red from rubbing, and the hickeys remained.
She looked at her reddened skin in frustration and sighed inwardly, 'Luckily, it's winter now, so wearing a turtleneck sweater should cover them up. I'd have to be more careful next time. No more marks on the neck.'
She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice when the bathroom door opened until a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She snapped back to reality and saw Charles's face reflected in the mirror.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath on her skin sending electric currents through her body, making her legs go weak.
Hannah realized she wasn't wearing any clothes and instinctively tried to cover herself, feeling so embarrassed.
Hannah asked, "You... when did you come in? Why didn't you knock?"
Charles looked innocent. "I did knock! But you just didn't hear."
Hannah fell silent, thinking, 'Really? I must have been too lost in thought to hear it.'
Hannah ordered, "Get out! I need to shower."
Although she had showered last night, after sleeping, Hannah felt sticky and uncomfortable.
Charles's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Let's shower together."
Hannah didn't have time to refuse before a flurry of kisses rained down on her.
Charles gently bit her round earlobe, his teeth nibbling lightly.
A current of electricity ran through Hannah's body, making her moan involuntarily.
Charles, satisfied with his work, released her earlobe and kissed down from there, starting with her neck, then her shoulders, and finally her shoulder blades.
Hannah's desire was ignited, and she forgot all about her hunger, closing her eyes in enjoyment. Her body tensed from Charles's kisses.
Suddenly, Charles remembered something and opened his eyes, kissing back up from her shoulder blades to her right shoulder.
That spot was smooth, with nothing on it.
When Violet was a child, she had climbed a tree to get a bird's nest and fell, cutting her right shoulder on a branch. The wound was deep and required three stitches.
Since then, a white scar remained there.
When he first met Hannah, he had asked Stella about it, but she didn't know.
Now, seeing her bare skin, it was clear.
Hannah's shoulder was smooth, with no scars or even moles.
This meant his previous suspicions were just wishful thinking. Hannah wasn't Violet, and the Violet in the mental hospital was real.
Seeing him pause, Hannah bravely opened her eyes. "What's wrong?"
This result was expected, so Charles wasn't too disappointed. He kissed her right shoulder, where Violet's scar would have been.
Whether Hannah was Violet or not didn't change the outcome.
He loved her and she loved him.
Charles turned Hannah to face him, stretched out his arm, and turned on the shower.
Hot water cascaded down.
Charles pressed Hannah against the sink, one hand on her lower back, the other on the mirror above the sink, and kissed her hard.
Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck, passionately responding to his kiss.
Soon, the bathroom was filled with steam.
Charles's fingers danced across Hannah's back like playing the piano. When his fingertips touched her smooth skin, it felt like something tiny exploded at his fingertips, sending a tingling sensation from his fingers to his heart.
Hannah's entire awareness and everything around her was occupied by Charles, who was both dominant and incredibly gentle.
At this moment, she couldn't think of anything else, completely immersed in desire. The places where their skin touched were covered in sweat, and her breathing was hot and heavy.
Charles turned with Hannah in his arms, moving under the shower. Feeling that she was ready, he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist and entered her.
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