Chapter 146: ~Hellbound~
I caught in the middle of the playful exchange, couldn’t contain her amusent, pressing my lips together to hide smile. Derek, on the other hand, decided to take Lucy’s words quite literally. He swiftly lifted
into his arms, surprising
with his actions.
"What are you doing, Derek?" I questioned, my voice a mix of surprise and amusent, while also glancing around and realizing that our sudden interaction had garnered attention from onlookers.
"Of course you can," Derek replied, a warm smile gracing his features.
His words touched my heart deeply. Although the baby growing within
wasn’t his biologically, his love and attachnt to our unborn child were evident.
Derek, however, had his own rationale.
I took a few steps closer, my eyes wandering around the library. It was an expansive space, quiet and filled with the scent of books. My fingers lightly brushed over the books on the shelves as I examined Derek’s vast collection.
I attempting to clarify the situation couldn’t help but laugh at the playfulness and camaraderie between Derek and Lucy.
I t his gaze, a touch of playfulness in my response. "Can’t I co here?" I inquired, allowing a smile to cross my face. I had decided it was ti to share more of his interests and responsibilities.
Surprised by his actions, I couldn’t help but express my curiosity, "What? Don’t you need to go to the office?" I asked, concerned that he might be neglecting his work for my sake.
I couldn’t resist clutching his hair in my hands, wanting to feel every ounce of his presence. But Derek abruptly stopped our passionate kiss, gently pulling away.
I began after a brief pause, "Are you sure you’re comfortable with this child?" The impending arrival of my child had been a significant transition for us, and I wanted to ensure that Derek was at ease with the changes it would bring.
"Elena, I want a girl," Derek abruptly stated, his voice carrying a heartfelt desire for our future. The simple declaration caught
off guard, and my face flushed with a mixture of emotions.
Pom, with a hint of hesitation, shared unexpected news with . "Ma’am, Mrs. Anne phoned here today."
It was then that Pom appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "How are you doing now, ma’am? Is everything OK?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.
Derek’s hand gently caressed my belly, a tender gesture that conveyed his love and acceptance of my unborn child.
"Please don’t laugh. A pregnant lady shouldn’t walk too much," Derek warned , his concern evident in his voice. I paused in my laughter and nodded in agreent. I knew I couldn’t win against him, and I was more than willing to let him take the lead in caring for .
Derek, as always, was committed to our well-being. He responded with a reassuring promise, "So, what’s the point? I’ll take you everywhere from the beginning to the end." His love for
shone through in his words.
Derek gently seated
on the bed and made further arrangents. "Now, please wait for , okay? I’m going to prepare a al for you," he said, his determination to cater to my needs clear.
"Yeah, it’s quite huge and quiet," I responded, still running my fingers along the spines of the books.
As I stood there, engrossed in the books, Derek suddenly called my na, "Elena." I turned to find him smiling at , his chin resting on his hand.
In the midst of our conversation, Derek reentered the room, carrying a bowl. His arrival was t with my quizzical expression, as I had yet to discover the reason for Anne’s call.
Derek, noticing my appreciation for his library, engaged
in conversation. "Do you like my library?" he inquired, a hint of pride in his voice.
We got into the car, and Derek held my hand the entire ti. Despite my best efforts to suppress my laughter, his earnest expression and unwavering care for
made it impossible.
As Pom left, I couldn’t help but ponder Anne’s intentions. What had prompted her to reach out today? I exchanged a look with Derek, with a kind smile, I took a spoonful of soup, ready to savor our al and find out more about Anne’s surprising phone call.
A sense of vulnerability washed over , and without thinking, I tilted my head slightly and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle, affectionate gesture, but that light kiss took on a life of its own, growing deeper and more passionate with each passing mont.
"What are you doing here, Elena?" he asked, his eyes reflecting his astonishnt and curiosity. It was clear that he hadn’t anticipated my presence.
As Derek left the room, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of relief and a tinge of guilt. If he kept staying with , it might not be good for his office. As his wife, I had responsibilities to manage, too.
"Everything is fine, Pom," I reassured her, appreciating her dedication to our well-being.
Derek, however, had everything well-planned and was eager to spend the day with . He hushed my worries with a soft reassurance. "Shh. In my library, I arranged everything. I’m going to spend the day with my queen," he said.
His words brought a smile to my face but there was another question on my mind, one that I had been contemplating for so ti. "Derek."
"Didn’t Lucy say don’t walk too fast?" Derek said.
Pom, sensing that her presence was no longer needed, decided to gracefully exit the room. "Enjoy your al, ma’am. I’m stepping down," she stated before making her exit.
"Derek, I haven’t been able to contact my father in a long ti. I tried, but he didn’t respond," I explained, my voice tinged with concern and frustration.
With determination in my heart, I decided to leave the room and pay a visit to Derek in his library. I walked down the hallway and reached the door to his sanctuary. Without bothering to knock, I gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
I placed my hand on his, savoring the connection between us. With a touch of vulnerability, I asked, "Isn’t it difficult for you?"
Derek’s response was unwavering, and his words resonated deep within my heart. "As long as you stay with , nothing is too difficult for ," he declared, his love for
shining brightly in his eyes.
Derek, who seed surprised to see , looked up from his work. His expression hinted that he hadn’t expected my visit. I couldn’t bla him; I hadn’t been as involved in his work as I could have been.
In response to his statent, I pursed my lips and attempted a smile. Derek’s chin rested on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but relish the warmth of his embrace. In that mont, I longed to lt away in his presence, to feel the safety and comfort he offered.
When we reached ho, Derek continued to display his dedication by carrying
up to our room. I couldn’t help but make a light-hearted comnt, "Derek, this is rely the first stage," alluding to the challenges and changes that awaited us in the coming months.
"So I’ll attempt to contact him. Don’t be worried. Didn’t Lucy say not to be worried?" He reminded
of the advice we had received from Lucy.
"Yes," Derek said.
Late at night, I glanced at the ti, and it was nearly ten o’clock. I realized that Derek was still hard at work in his library. As a wife, I felt a growing sense of responsibility that I had yet to fully embrace. It was ti to take an active role in our relationship, not only for myself.
I couldn’t hide my surprise. "What? Why?" I asked, puzzled by Anne’s sudden call.
"This kid is innocent, Elena, and this baby is here with you," he said, his voice filled with warmth and devotion.
Pom, who had witnessed our interaction, couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Derek’s unwavering care for .
"Everyone is staring at us," I noted.
Our lips moved together steadily, consuming each other with an intensity that defied words. It was a sensation that I couldn’t fully articulate, a mingling of love, desire.
I approached him, and he extended his hand, inviting
to sit on his lap. I complied, though my nervousness was palpable. Sitting on his lap, I couldn’t hide the butterflies in my stomach.
"She’s joking, Derek," I explained, my laughter bubbling up as I enjoyed the light-hearted mont amidst their concerns.
Derek, noticing my unease, gently inquired, "What is this face?" He reached out to touch my face, his fingers warm against my skin.
"Derek," I called out as I entered, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and affection.
After a thoughtful mont, Derek replied with a simple yet powerful, "yes." His reassurance was comforting, but he didn’t stop at a single word. He repeated his affirmation, emphasizing his genuine desire. "I now want this. I want you to give birth."
To be continued.
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