Eliza had been in the mansion for a few days, but today was the first time she saw a smile on Leonardo’s face. Most of the time, his face was stony. It looked scary to her, yet she could not help herself wanting to approach him.
Such a smile coming straight from the heart seemed to have brightened him up. She just could not take her eyes away from him. Clenching her fists quietly, she was adamant. Only such a man deserved her Eliza.
…
After dinner, Leonardo and Summer were back in their bedroom. Ava sent a plate of fruits up to them. After stuffing herself with the fruits, taking a shower, and standing in front of the mirror to brush her teeth, she looked left and right at herself, somehow feeling that she had gained weight.
How could it be? Should she eat less from now on? If she cut back, she would feel hungry. She thought to herself.
After cleaning herself up, she came back out and saw Leonardo, draped in a bathrobe, sitting on a single-seated sofa, reading documents. She started to get upset for his elegance, his gentlemanliness. She knew what happened this evening was not his fault, but she still could not help herself.
She walked over to him, took the documents from him and threw them aside, then looked at him with her arms crossed as if she was expecting an answer or something from him.
Leonardo looked up. Seeing her expression, he asked while trying hard not to laugh. “What’s up?”
He looked large-hearted and his voice serious. Summer suddenly did not know what to say.
She reached to pinch his cheeks as if she was venting her anger, but she quickly broke into laughter as she mocked, “Big man with delicate skin. It’s womanly!”
“Womanly?” Leonardo cocked an eyebrow.
Copying his expression, she cocked her brow. He reached to draw her into his arms, a hand wrapping around her waist and the other slipping from under her armpit up to her breast, he gingerly sucked her earlobe and uttered threateningly, “Am I womanly?”
A thrilling sensation shot through her. She drew in a breath and quivered. “No, not at all.”
Satisfied with the answer, he tilted his head and held hers as he plunged down with his kisses. Following the previous sequence, they came to the bed. But he did not finish the sequence, because Summer was pregnant.
He propped himself up beside her, leaning over her to look at her. His eyes were still as dark as the night, breathing slightly heavy. “What do we do now?”
She looked at him gloatingly. “How do I know? It’s your problem. I don’t know how men usually sort themselves out.” But the smile under her eyes had given her away.
Leonardo’s face darkened, his manhood under the thin fabric grinding against her, and she reciprocated with punches. Feeling nothing of it, Leonardo rolled over to lie on his back, drew her into his arms, and closed his eyes. “Stop moving. Let me hug you for a while.” He sounded tired.
“Let go of me.” Not that she did not let him hug her, it was just that his member was throbbing against her body.
“Don’t move.” Leonardo’s voice got even lower.
Sensing his reaction getting stronger, she kept quiet while letting him hug her in his arms. She felt something was not right in his emotion, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“If you feel like seeing Eliza, just send her away.” He paused, then added, “I’ll make sure this thing will never happen again.” It had never crossed his mind that Grandpa Emerson could have done this.
The Emerson family had tons of business partners. Eliza’s father, the chairman of a TV station, was quite an influential figure. A prudent man like Grandpa Emerson and his men would never make such a careless mistake. The only explanation was that Grandpa Emerson was conniving with Eliza, allowing her to disguise herself as a maid to come into Leonardo’s mansion.
“I don’t like to see her, but neither would I send her packing just like this. Our home is not a supermarket where she can come and go on a whim,” said Summer.
Leonardo was elated to hear the words “our home”, his softening male part suddenly swelling again.
Summer felt it and pushed him away. “Go do it yourself!”
“Aren’t you helping me?” He clung to her again, not tightly, but she was struggling to push him away this time.
Exhausted, she looked at him helplessly. “How do you like me to help?”
Without saying a word, he took her hand and guided her to clutch his length. Moaning softly, he said, “This is it…”
“You… it… I…” She might have made love with him many times, but it was probably her first time doing a handj*b. She was so embarrassed that she could not even speak properly.
“Yeah, just stroke it like that…” His body tensed up as he held his breath. He started to peck her cheek, then slowly moved his kisses down her neck, biting her gingerly as he moved. As intense pleasure started to build up, he found her motion too slow to his liking and held her hand to speed up the stroking. When it finally ended, they both were drenched in sweat.
Summer took a glimpse of her hand and looked away. She felt too embarrassed.
Seeing her disgusted and embarrassed expression, he leaned over to kiss her. “Let me wipe that away.”
After he cleaned the stuff from her hand, he got out of bed and into the bathroom. When he came back out, he saw an additional duvet on the bed. Summer had wrapped herself up in a duvet and placed a pillow in the middle.
“Do not cross the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone). You sleep on the other side. No crossing over! Otherwise, either one of us is going to sleep in the next room.” She did not want to perform a handj*b for him every night. She was tired and getting lazy, especially when she was pregnant. She looked at him, trying to catch his reaction.
He looked at the pillow that denoted the DMZ and went over, pointing at the side where she was lying in. “Is this yours?”
She nodded, wondering if she had not said it clear enough.
He moved the DMZ to the edge of the bed and got into the duvet and lay beside her. “Then I’m yours, too.”
Summer was struck dumb, wondering if he was possessed after coming out of the bathroom.
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It was 12. 00 a. m. The winter night in Hoover City was freezing cold.
Karen was sitting on a bench in a train station, taking out her mobile phone as she thought of calling Lynn and asking him to send a chauffeur to pick her up. Did she really have to spend the night in the street?
A car came from afar and slowly stopped in front of her. As the window was wound down, a handsome young man called out, “Mrs. Jarrett!”