Chapter 831 Do You Want to Sleep Here?
Guadalupe pushed Francis straight toward the bedroom on the first floor. The slight sound of the wheelchair rolling was like a knock on Francis's heart, tugging at his nerves.
Until the door to the room was closed, and the lock fell into place.
The sound was like a symphony from the Grim Reaper, instantly chilling Francis's heart.
Francis felt all the blood in his body stop flowing and closed his eyes in despair.
Behind him, Guadalupe remained silent for a long time. Their wordless standoff made the air even more suffocating, and a few seconds felt like an eternity.
A light sneer escaped from Guadalupe's mouth.
Guadalupe walked to his side, looking down at him, "What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
His cold voice was flat and emotionless.
Francis opened his eyes, his jaw trembling slightly.
He looked up at him, his eyes filled with a humiliating red, and said, "Why did you come here suddenly?"
"What? You don't want to see me?" Guadalupe pinched his chin with two fingers. "I thought seeing me today would make you happy. Guess not?"
By the end, his voice carried an unmistakable dangerous undertone.
No one knew better than Francis what Guadalupe was like when he was angry.
He took a deep breath, "You should have given me a heads-up."
Guadalupe seemed to find his words amusing. "Why should I?"
His light, domineering voice was like a knife stabbing into Francis's heart, completely igniting his anger. He dodged Guadalupe's hand to the side.
"But you clearly said I could handle it myself. Why are you interfering?" Francis added.
And he appeared at the Valencia Villa without any warning!
Francis thought of the strange looks Sarah and Antonio had given him earlier, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed tighter and tighter.
The sense of humiliation made it hard for him to breathe.
Guadalupe's lips curled into a wicked smile. "You're getting a temper?"
He grabbed Francis's chin again, this time with force, watching as Francis's handsome face turned pale. "Have you forgotten who you are after being away from me for a few days? Hmm?"
"No."
"No?" Guadalupe sneered, "I think you're losing sight of yourself. If I hadn't come back, were you planning to reunite with Antonio's family and live happily together? Francis, my tolerance for you is limited. Don't try to challenge me, understand?"
As he spoke, his grip tightened, as if he wanted to crush Francis's jawbone.
Francis sat in the wheelchair, forced to look up.
The pain on his face was inescapable.
Just like he couldn't escape this devilish Guadalupe, he even had to meet his demands!
Unprecedented anger and hatred filled Francis's eyes, and he didn't even know where he got the courage.
He raised his hand and slapped Guadalupe hard across the face.
The air suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.
Guadalupe's face was turned to the side, his stern profile showing his surprise and anger.
After a moment, he clenched his molars.
When he turned back, there was a trace of red at the corner of his mouth. "You're getting more and more temperamental."
In Francis's eyes, Guadalupe's face was wrapped in anger. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Do you think you should be punished? Hmm?"
The hand that had just slapped Guadalupe began to tremble imperceptibly.
The night sky seemed endless, with scattered stars occasionally flickering. Under the curtain-like sky, two villas maintained a surface-level tranquility.
Antonio returned to his home, in an exceptionally good mood.
Initially, he had planned to stay in the guest room.
But during dinner, he felt that Sarah didn't seem that angry anymore.
He thought it over and decided that since Francis had moved across the street to create such a good opportunity for him, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.
So, after the kids were asleep, Antonio took a serious shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and went to the master bedroom with his medication. "Honey."
Sarah was wearing loungewear, lying on the couch with a book.
She looked up at the sound, her eyes landing on Antonio's well-defined chest. She raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"
Seeing her expression, Antonio felt hopeful.
He walked over pitifully, "Honey, I got my wound wet while showering. Can you help me change the dressing?"
He was already standing in front of Sarah, water droplets sliding down his muscles, gathering at his V-line, and disappearing into the white towel.
Seeing this, Sarah subconsciously swallowed.
She averted her gaze, "If you knew it would get wet, why did you shower?"
"I was uncomfortable and afraid you'd dislike me." Antonio sat down next to her, "Dear, can you help me? Please."
He didn't feel embarrassed at all saying these things now.
After all, Sarah was his wife; this was just part of their relationship.
Sarah didn't really want to deal with him, but she still cared for him deep down. She said irritably, "Bring the stuff over."
"Don't think I'm doing this because I care about you. I'm just afraid that if you get an infection and fall ill, I'll have to find a new dad for the kids."
Her clear voice was indifferent.
Antonio thought it sounded wonderful.
"Thank you, dear!"
Sarah ignored him, irritably opening the bandage. Her hands were gentle as she tended to his wound.
While she was focused on changing the dressing, Antonio's deep gaze was fixed on her, filled with affection and longing, weaving a tight net around her.
Almost as soon as Sarah put down the scissors, Antonio grabbed her hand.
He gave a gentle tug, and she fell into his arms.
"You..."
"Sarah." Antonio looked at her, his deep, alluring voice like a heartfelt confession, "I really know I was wrong. Will you forgive me? I can't eat or sleep well every day. Even when you're next to me, I can't stop thinking about you."
"I did so many awful things before, making you worry. I've felt it all these past few days. Don't ignore me. You can hit me if you want. Okay?"
Every word seemed to come from his heart, full of remorse.
But Sarah didn't listen.
She lowered her eyes, unable to look away from his chest.
Antonio's skin was originally smooth, but now his body was covered with scars of various sizes.
These were all evidence of the suffering he had endured recently.
Sarah felt a pang of sadness.
But at this moment, his toned muscles under the light, combined with the scars, exuded a strong hormonal aura.
The familiar, pleasant scent of him filled her nose, tempting her senses.
She had heard that a woman's desire could be stronger during pregnancy.
It seemed to be true.
Since Antonio was being proactive, why should she deny herself?
Sarah looked up, her eyes shimmering, and hooked her arm around his neck, asking, "Antonio, do you want to sleep here tonight?"
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