Chapter 388 Mr. Nelson Had A Nosebleed
When Matthew picked up Madison, she slightly opened her eyes. Seeing it was her closest person, she smiled and softly called out in his arms, "Matthew, why are you here?" Matthew smiled and gently replied, "To take you home."
"Home." Madison repeated foolishly, then leaned against Matthew's chest. At this moment, Matthew was unaware of the secret under her bathrobe. He hailed a taxi downstairs at the hotel and headed back to the villa. Quentin and Hannah were at Nelson Mansion, and he originally planned to pick up Madison and go back together. Since she had been drinking, Matthew was worried about disturbing William and the two little ones, so it was better to return to their villa.
On the way, Madison was very quiet, leaning on Matthew's shoulder with her eyes closed. Matthew thought she had fallen asleep and gently called, "Honey?"
"Okay," Madison squinted her eyes slightly, smiled, and looked up at Matthew, "Honey."
That "Honey" made Matthew's whole body tense up with his heart racing. If it weren't for being in the taxi, he would have kissed her rosy lips immediately. After being woken up by him, Madison seemed unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. She kept rubbing against Matthew's chest with her head, occasionally making some sounds. Then, she directly stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Matthew's waist, and leaned on his legs with her eyes closed as if she had fallen asleep.
Coincidentally, her head was on his member.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Madison mumbled as she adjusted her sleeping position, rubbing his member a few more times. Matthew took a sharp breath, scooped her up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Honey, don't move around."
This time, Madison listened, closed her eyes, and fell asleep quietly again. Matthew held her shoulder, the mixed scent of her body wash and alcohol making him feel a bit intoxicated. The villa was quite a distance from the hotel. Matthew had never thought it was so far before. Finally, they arrived. He handed the driver thirty dollars and got out of the car with Madison in his arms. Then he rushed her to the second-floor room.
After entering the room, he turned on the softest bedside light, placed her on the bed, and looked at the deeply sleeping Madison. The irritation from the car ride subsided. He went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe Madison's face. After cleaning her face, he noticed the bathrobe's belt was a bit loose, so he reached out to untie the bathrobe, intending to change her clothes for a more comfortable sleep.
Matthew swore he had no other thoughts, purely wanting Madison to sleep more comfortably. No one could sleep in a bathrobe, right? When he untied the bathrobe, and it spread open, he saw his wife lying on the bed in strange clothes. His eyes were filled with her snow-white long legs, faintly visible panties, and her top had ridden up, exposing her entire slender waist. For the first time in his life, despite all his experiences, Matthew felt a rush of heat in his nose and had a nosebleed.
He grabbed the towel he had just placed on the bedside table, covered his nose, tilted his head back, and strode into the bathroom. After about ten minutes, Matthew came out, having taken a shower and composed himself. Such an embarrassing incident must not be known to a second person. Looking at the person still sleeping soundly on the bed, Matthew felt the desire he had just suppressed in the shower flare up again. He lay down beside Madison, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his forehead against her back, whispering, "Honey." His voice was filled with grievance.
It was the first time Matthew had seen Madison in such special attire. To make matters worse, she was drunk and kept sleeping. He was genuinely unhappy. If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered going home and would have just booked a room at the hotel. Matthew really wanted to wake Madison with a kiss.
He could only hold Madison tightly, planting gentle kisses on her back, continuously calling her "Honey." Madison wasn't actually that sleepy; she was just drunk and in a daze. So when Matthew kept calling her from behind, she slowly, with a frown, half-opened her eyes and responded softly, still in a daze, "Matthew."
This completely broke Matthew's restraint. With bloodshot eyes, he flipped over and pressed her beneath him.
The next morning, Madison woke up to find herself alone in bed. She was momentarily confused and dazed. As she moved to get up, she realized her eyes were sore and her back ached. Although Madison was in a daze last night, her body had felt everything. She knew Matthew had come, carried her home, and then, as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, stayed excited all night, coaxing her and repeatedly saying it was the last time.
Madison slowly sat up, lifted the blanket, and found herself still wearing the same outfit from last night, though the buttons were all undone, and the skirt was pushed up to her waist. Her cheeks instantly turned bright red. Some memories from last night flooded back as if a valve had been opened.
She remembered Matthew carefully unbuttoning her clothes, his voice hoarse as he said, "Honey, I really like this. We can't ruin such pretty clothes. Wear them for me again next time, okay?"
Madison couldn't recall what she had said at the time, but she thought there definitely wouldn't be a next time! She held her waist, preparing to get out of bed. Just as she moved her legs off the bed, Matthew pushed the door open and came in, carrying a tray. He looked extremely pleased with himself, smiling broadly.
"Honey, are you awake?" He walked over, grinning and trying to please her. "I made you breakfast. You must be hungry. Eat something first."
Madison puffed out her cheeks in anger, glaring at him. To Matthew, her expression had no deterrent effect; instead, he found it incredibly cute. But he still moved closer to coax her, admitting his mistake, "Honey, I was wrong. I promise I'll keep my word next time." He placed the food on the table and knelt on one knee in front of Madison.
Madison was extremely embarrassed as she was still wearing yesterday's outfit! She bit her lip, pulled the blanket over herself, and lowered her head. With a flushed face, she was too shy to look at Matthew, who smiled as he looked up at her.
Madison, seeing him smile, lost her anger and playfully hit his chest with her fist. Matthew quickly brought the breakfast over and personally fed Madison. "Honey, I'm not going to the office today. I'll stay home with you."
That day, none of JK Group's three presidents went to the office, a first for them.
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