Chapter 434 A Lifetime of Prestige Destroyed
Sarah was no stranger to Antonio's little escapades, but even she couldn't help but be swayed by his plaintive pleas. "Please don't come over tonight. If you do, I'll be tossing and turning instead of getting any sleep."
"Why not? I've been on my feet all day, chasing the kids around, and now I've got this stomachache creeping up on me." Antonio's voice carried a melodramatic sorrow that seemed to echo through the phone. "Darling, just let me in. Won't you at least open the door for me?"
Her resistance was wearing thin; Antonio's incessant coaxing was tugging at her heartstrings.
But as she was on the cusp of relenting, a knock at her door jolted her back to reality.
"Sarah, why are you still up? Can't sleep?" It was Brady's voice, tinged with concern. He must have been wondering if the day's events—the bracelet mishap—had dredged up some painful memory that was keeping her awake.
She quickly ended the call with Antonio and, trying to sound as casual as possible, assured Brady, "Oh, no, I was just catching up on some videos."
Brady seemed to accept this explanation, his voice easing as he spoke. "Well, it's late. Don't forget we're taking the kids to the amusement park tomorrow. Try to get some sleep, okay?"
"Will do, bro. You should also get some rest. Goodnight," she replied, her voice a mixture of affection and exasperation.
After Brady left, Sarah felt a sense of déjà vu, like her high school days when she hid romances from her watchful older brother. She remembered fondly how Brady gently reminded her when she dated Antonio during university, acting as a protective guardian.
Meanwhile, Antonio, left in the lurch by the abrupt end of their call, was seething. His grip tightened around his phone, feeling like a grown man still under the thumb of a strict school principal.
When the coast was clear, Sarah called Antonio again.
"Is my brother back in his room?" she whispered into the phone, her finger hesitating over the light switch.
"Yeah, he's turned in for the night," Antonio replied, a mischievous undertone in his voice.
"I'll sneak over now," she said, her voice a mix of daring and doubt.
But as quickly as her adventurous spirit had flared, it fizzled out. "Actually, let's not risk it. It's late, and we might wake Brady."
Antonio's spirits, which had soared at the prospect of a secret rendezvous, plummeted. "Darling—"
"Goodnight, go to sleep," Sarah cut him off, her voice firm. She knew all too well that her resolve would crumble if she lingered.
Antonio suppressed a groan of frustration. Confronting Brady was off the table, yet lying there passively wasn't an option. He had to act, to seize the moment and create his own luck. Rising from his bed, he strode to the window with a devilish grin.
"Sarah..."
"Ah... Honey!"
Sarah's eyes snapped open, startled awake by the familiar voice. She saw a shadowy figure looming at her window, and her heart raced as she recognized Antonio's voice.
"You're insane!" she hissed, yanking him inside from the windowsill.
They were only on the second story, but a fall from that height was still dangerous.
"Antonio, do you have a death wish?"
His response was to wrap her in a tight embrace. "I missed you," he uttered, his voice a deep, soothing balm.
"You're going to be the death of me," Sarah muttered, her anger fading as she felt her cheeks flush with a mixture of shock and delight.
"I missed you," Antonio repeated, his hands wandering boldly over her frame.
The summer heat had prompted Sarah to opt for lighter sleepwear—a choice that now seemed like a betrayal as Antonio's gaze lingered on the white camisole dress that outlined her silhouette in the moonlight.
Under his intense gaze, Sarah's initial annoyance melted into a shy warmth. They were a couple who had weathered the years together, yet at that moment, they resembled secretive lovers stealing precious moments in the dark.
"No more of these dangerous antics, understand?" Sarah admonished him, pushing him away half-heartedly.
However, in a fluid motion, she found herself drawn back into his arms.
"You smell incredible," Antonio murmured, his chin brushing against her cheek, sending a ticklish sensation down her spine.
Before she could gather her wits, he had her pinned beneath him, his presence an enveloping heat.
His touch was tender, his fingertips tracing her features with a gentle caress.
"You haunt my dreams every night. Be mine," Antonio whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
Her resolve was melting, her body on the brink of surrendering to his entreaty.
But suddenly, she felt something wet on her neck.
"Antonio, your nose is bleeding!"
He clutched at his nose, blood already staining Sarah's nightgown.
"Come on, let's clean you up."
She led him to the bathroom, where she washed his face and pinched his nose, finally stemming the flow.
After the chaos, they sat on the bed, the bloodstains on the floor a stark testament to the night's upheaval.
Sarah couldn't help but burst into laughter. "I never realized how fragile you were."
Antonio sat stone-faced, the night's events bruising his ego. Was it so wrong to long for his wife's touch that it would lead to such an untimely nosebleed?
In one fell swoop, his carefully curated image of composure had been shattered!
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