“Credence, no!” Dorothy warned.
Dorothy’s cries of protest were swallowed by Credence, and her breathing sped up.
His tongue burned with passion and suppressed emotions. It swept all over Dorothy’s mouth.
His passionate kiss made every inch of Dorothy’s body tremble, and her hands involuntarily clung onto his strong neck…
Soon enough, Credence’s body, which had just undergone a major operation, could not handle it anymore.
His breath was hot and rapid, and it fanned out over Dorothy’s sensitive neck. He let out a sexy, deep moan, making her flush.
“Credence, let’s not do this, your body…”
She felt his man slipping underneath her skirt and trailing higher and higher up her thigh. Dorothy stopped his hand, her breath unsteady. She didn’t want him to continue agitating his already weak body.
“Baby, I missed you, I missed you so much.”
After the passionate kiss, Credence could feel his blood boiling. It was especially so since her gentle, pliant body was right in his arms. Her warmth and scent aroused him deeply, and he just wanted to hold her till the end of time.
“Even if you want it, you can’t further strain your body, alright? You just got out of an operation!”
Dorothy frowned and tried to break free from his hold. He gently rubbed his lips against her nose, and nibbled on it.
His tender movements dazed Dorothy, and she forgot to struggle. She looked at him and gently called out to him, half-coquettishly and half-upset, “Credence, stop thinking about those things at this time! Are you asking for death?”
He slowly loosened his grip on her and stared at her, his eyes bright. “No, I want to live a long, healthy life so that I can spend more time in bed with you.”
After that, he slowly closed his eyes and recounted their sweet kiss from before.
He must have gotten an addiction to her, which was why he was so eager to have her underneath him the moment he woke up.
When Dorothy noticed that he had loosened his grasp, she immediately moved her body away from the hospital bed and stood upright. As she looked at his pale complexion, she said softly, “Credence, since you’re awake, there is something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?” Credence stared unblinkingly at her flushed face.
“Well… I’m pregnant.”
She lowered her head and touched her flat belly. Dorothy could not help but smile happily as she continued, “The doctor said that it’s around seven to eight days old. It’s still very small.”
When Credence heard how happy she was when she was talking about her pregnancy, he subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at his groin. He had the sudden urge to smoke to calm himself down.
This meant that he would not be able to make love to her for a few months.
That was a long, long time. It would be a torturous test on his endurance and tolerance.
Why did she have to get pregnant at a time like this? What kind of ‘perfect timing’ was this?
Upon realising that Credence had not spoken after she broke the news, Dorothy felt uncomfortable. She pulled a long face and asked, “Credence, what’s wrong with you? I’m finally pregnant, so we’ll be able to get the blood from the newborn child’s umbilical cord to save Belle! Why do you look so unhappy about it?”
Credence leaned against the headboard of the bed and rested for a while. When the intense stinging pain he felt subsided, he looked up and saw Dorothy standing by the bed, glaring at him angrily. He could not help but chuckle. “I was just too happy. I could not react in time.”
Dorothy was doubtful. She felt like she was missing out a deeper meaning in his words, but she couldn’t tell anything from his face.
However, it seemed like he was a tiny bit unhappy, which made all sorts of thoughts run through her mind.
His expression was indifferent, and he was way too calm. She couldn’t see even a trace of happiness and joy in his face. Was this a normal reaction for someone who would be a father again?
“Baby, don’t overthink it.”
Credence was a very sharp man. He glanced at Dorothy and instantly knew what was on her mind. He sighed softly and reached out to hold her slender wrist. He pulled her into his embrace, held up her chin with both hands and rubbed the tip of her nose with his. His long, slanted eyes stared into the depths of hers as he said, “The child in your belly will not only help treat Bella, it is also our second child. You are the woman I love, and your willingness to bear another child for me… As your husband, how could I not be happy?”
“Then why aren’t you smiling?”
Dorothy would not allow herself to be tricked by his sweet words. She glared at him, wanting to get to the bottom of this issue.
He lowered his chin slightly and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. “You little minx, now that we have a child, how am I supposed to sleep with you? How am I going to pleasure you now if I can’t have sex with you for the next three months?”
What on earth was this man talking about?
A few of his ribs were broken, and some of his internal organs had been ruptured by the rocks from the sea. He had just undergone a craniotomy and narrowly escaped the clutches of death. However, the first thing he did when he woke up was crave for sex. He wanted nothing more than to do indecent things to her! Why was he so impatient?
Dorothy was too overwhelmed to say anything. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she didn’t know if it was because of anger or embarrassment.
After a long while, she pushed him away without a care that he’d just come out of an operation. She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. She smiled coldly. “I don’t think a few months is enough. You’ll have to stay away from me for three years!”
She’d spent so much time anxiously praying for his well-being and hoping that his operation would be successful. She had not slept, eaten, or drank properly at all. Yet, the first thing he did when he woke up was think about having sex with her, and not ask if she was fine. How shameless of him!
Credence felt that she was extremely charming when she acted this way. He wagged a finger at her lazily and laughed, “No, no, no, baby, that won’t do! I Three years is out of the question. I can promise you three months, though.”
“I don’t care. If I say three years, it’s three years. It’s my body, so whatever I say is final.”
Dorothy snorted coldly. She did not want to discuss this matter with him anymore, so, she turned around and walked out.
Credence stared at her graceful figure as she left. His gaze then swept over his groin in annoyance. Suddenly, his phone rang.
He glanced it over and realised that it was a text message Jonathan had sent him.
He had sent him a short message.
After reading the message, Credence cursed coldly, “F*ck!”