He was overbearing, as he always had been.
Elena watched Michael’s back and hesitated for a while. Then, she turned to walk to the other side of the bed, pulled the duvet, and laid down. She had miscalculated her action because then she would have to face Eldest Young Master Williams as they slept.
His eyes stared at Elena the moment she laid down on the bed. Elena grew increasingly restless under his gaze. She contemplated laying flat, or perhaps she could even turn her back toward him. She tried to ignore his razor-sharp gaze, and though it was already bedtime, she was still full of energy and vigor. It was rude to stare at a person! Did he not know that?
“Eldest Young Master Williams, I have classes tomorrow,” she reminded him.
“Hmm,” Michael replied plainly with his eyes still locked onto her.
Elena was not sure if he was staring at her, or if he only looked straight ahead without focusing on anything. After all, he laid on his side, so it was natural for him to look that way. However, she still felt uneasy.
It was already three in the morning, and only four hours away from daybreak. She was sleepy, so she bit her lips in determination and turned her back to him.
“Am I that disgusting to you?” His frigid voice echoed from behind her.
She whirled her head around swiftly and met his eyes that were cold as stone. His eyes were deep, and they flickered like the stars in the night sky. They were like black holes that held her still as she was unable to look away.
After much difficulty, she had successfully averted her eyes from his face. However, they then traveled down to his chest. That alluring muscular chest… Elena sighed. She was not sure if the temperature in the room was too high as she suddenly felt hot.
She dipped her head as if to study her hands. “Eldest Young Master Williams, it’s really late, perhaps we should…”
“Headache,” he mumbled.
The comment came unexpectedly, but she finally got her senses back. When she heard that, her heart tightened as she leaned forward and stretched her hand to feel his forehead. His temperature was neither high nor low. She was not sure if it was normal or a mild fever.
“I’ll take your temperature.” She was about to get out of bed for the thermometer.
“I’m tired.” Michael swung his arm across and rested it on her on top of the duvet.
“Eldest Young Master Williams…”
“It’s comfortable like that.” He shut his eyes, as if undisturbed by his own action. Elena let out a sigh. If he kept his injured arm curled under the duvet, the material might scrounge against the wound. Even though the lesion was wrapped with a bandage, it would still ache when pressed.
However, why did he have to put his arm on her body? Was the height of her body just right for him to rest his arm comfortably? Elena felt helpless to have become his armrest. However, his arm was actually placed over the duvet on her tummy. It seemed… fine. If he could feel better the next day, then her sacrifice would be worthwhile.
She peeked at Michael again, but he did not move after he shut his eyes. Elena knew he had fallen asleep as his breathing had become slow and steady. It had been a really long night. It was not only Eldest Young Master Williams who had been sleepy, as she was also tired.
Elena pursed her lips, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes. Since she still had to go to school the next morning, she was ready to go to sleep. To her surprise, though, the arm that was on her tummy moved up slightly.
“Eldest…” She bit down on her lip and tilted her head to look at him.
Michael remained in his position, and he looked sound asleep.
He was injured and might have developed a fever. It would be too unreasonable to wake him up when he had clearly fallen asleep. It might even affect the progress of his wound healing, but his arm…
Elena’s eyes traveled down south; she had nearly fainted with shame. It had been fine if he rested his arm on her tummy, but it had moved to her chest area, right near her heart! She did not pull the duvet cover over her shoulder as she had felt warm. His hand was already on the edge of the duvet. She dared not imagine what would happen when his arm inch upward slightly…
Then, Elena discovered that she was out of luck. Michael grimaced in his sleep, and his hand continued to move upward. The soft outline of her body was instantly under his palm.
Elena reached out nervously for his hand in an attempt to move it away. However, it was as if Eldest Young Master had done that on purpose. The harder she tried, the stronger he resisted! Did he mean to do that?
Nevertheless, why would Eldest Young Master Williams be interested in her body? In her past life, her careless brush against him would invite his disgust. He even asked for his bed sheet to be changed when she slept on his bed once. He did not like her at all, but he had placed his hand so wantonly on her!
“Eldest Young Master Williams…” Elena did not dare to speak loudly to him. She desperately nudged his hand away, but her effort was in vain. The result of her resistance was Michael pulling her into a tight embrace. With a flip of his body, half of his body weight landed on Elena. She could not even move.
“Eldest Young Master Williams!” Elena thought that he had done that on purpose, so she gave his shoulder a hard shove.
In a daze, he murmured under his breath, “Painful…”
Painful? Did she mess up his wound again? Elena held her breath in shock. She looked up and realized that Eldest Young Master Williams’s face was just inches away from her own. She could easily discern his facial features under the weak moonlight that shone from the window.
His face twisted into a grimace, with his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. Furthermore, his body temperature was slightly elevated. It felt like a mild fever that did not need medical attention as it would subside with plenty of rest. Elena’s hands were still on Michael’s shoulder, but she no longer applied any force on it. Then, the crease on his eyebrows smoothened gradually. How could she not remember to be extra careful when she had hurt his wound not too long ago?
At that moment, Eldest Young Master had half of his body on her, and his arms circled her tightly. What could she do? However, he had managed to support most of his own body weight, and Elena was not burdened to the point where it was difficult to breathe. Nonetheless, he was so close to her that her heart pounded violently.
Perhaps he was in a dream as Michael groaned and flexed his arms. Elena’s soft body laid motionless underneath his hard and defined chest muscle. She almost moaned under the pressure of his taut body. His male hormones sent electric shocks throughout her body, and it demanded that she held him tight as it captured her strong desire for him.