Chapter 154: ~Hellbound~
Derek’s grasp on my throat was firm but gentle, not intending to suffocate . His kiss was an intense whirlwind that swept away any awareness of whose air I was breathing. The passion in his kiss weakened , and willingly, I beca more engrossed in the mont.
As our lips danced, I unraveled the fastenings of his collar, my fingers tracing along the contours of his neck. In response, Derek slowed the rhythm of his kisses, intertwining our hands while locking eyes with .
"Elena, you’re getting more and more beautiful every day. It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen you from such a close distance. I’ll be seeing you every second starting today, Elena," Paul thought, his feelings for Elena evident in his words.
In front of
stood a shabbily-dressed young lady. "What’s the matter?" I inquired.
"Did I bother you, girl?" Derek’s voice reached my ears.
"Derek," I called out, seeking clarity.
As she walked
to my car, I found myself deep in thought. Elena’s gestures of a devoted wife often left
feeling conflicted. Was she doing this willingly, or was there an underlying pressure?
"Do you understand what I an? If you are late, I will punish you," she stated firmly.
In response, Derek chose to evade the question. Instead, he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead and assured, "Take care, honey. I will co back early."
I noticed a girl attempting to enter but being stopped by the guards. I approached them and said, "Is everything alright? What’s going on with you guys?"
Chewing my lower lip nervously, I pressed my forehead against his shoulder. The overwhelming surge of emotions left
grappling with the uncharted territories of my feelings. His fingers traced the back of my neck, gently moving my hair aside, and I instinctively clutched his shirt.
The intensity of the mont was overwhelming. My control was slipping, and I found myself drawn into the magnetic force of our connection. A quick glance at his buttons stirred sothing within .
Without another word, Derek pressed his lips against my neck, leaving a wet and lingering kiss. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Derek was fully aware of the effect he had on . It was frustrating; he knew the impact of his actions, yet I found myself unable to resist.
"Are you all right?" I pressed, trying to discern the underlying emotions.
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As a wife, I recognized my responsibilities. My duty extended beyond just companionship; it involved understanding and fulfilling the needs of my husband.
Paul touched the screen of his laptop and glanced at it. As he looked at the image of Elena displayed on his screen, a soft smile ford on his face.
Elena’s words lingered in the air, unexpected and weighty. I stood there, eyes widened in surprise, trying to comprehend her. She had never expressed such sentints before, and the novelty of her words caught
off guard.
As Ela stepped inside, she carried an air of secrecy that left
both intrigued and cautious. The guards exchanged glances, unsure about this unannounced guest. Ela, with a mysterious smile, continued to hold my attention.
A subtle nod and a light smile were his responses. However, his distant gaze conveyed that he was preoccupied with sothing.
"Sir did not give it to , Ma’am," Ela responded.
I attempted to leave, but Elena’s grip on my hand halted my departure.
Curiosity compelled
to investigate. As I approached the gate, the muffled sounds grew clearer..
What? This was sothing that my father wanted to give . I seized the necklace, feeling the weight of its significance. My father’s thoughtful gesture to include my mother’s na in this gift spoke volus about the depth of his love and the intricate connections he wished to preserve.
Derek, with his alluring presence, made it challenging for
to navigate my emotions. Did I want him to love ? Was I willing to choose this path despite the complications?
Seated on a bench, I contemplated what I could do to make the night special for Derek. The challenge was to create sothing unique, a gesture that would convey the depth of my feelings for him. Lost in thought, I heard distant sounds emanating from behind the garden gate.
"Co back ho quickly. Tonight, I’ll be eagerly waiting for you," I whispered sweetly in his ear.
"I don’t know, my dad made this for ," she continued, a mixture of emotions in her voice.
I took the box and opened it, revealing a jewelry box inside. As I opened the jewelry box, my eyes widened in surprise. There, nestled inside, was a delicate necklace with a pendant – a letter "D."
"Derek," I finally spoke, taking a deep breath. My arms instinctively wound around his neck, drawing him closer.
She approached
and handed
a box, saying, "Ma’am, here it is. Your dad placed an order for you, but he was unable to fulfill it. I also had no idea where you lived. As a result, I was unable to pass it on to you."
"Thank you very much for giving this to ," Elena said, her eyes glistening with tears. She held the jewelry box containing the necklace with the pendant "D."
Elena smiled as she looked at the pendant, a tangible connection to her father. Overwheld with emotion, she put it on right away, feeling the weight of the pendant against her chest.
Still processing the sudden change in dynamics, I managed a asured, "O-OK, darling, I’ll be here soon."
Derek’s point of view.
As I wandered through the garden, the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers failed to lift my spirits. There was a lingering sense of disquiet, a feeling that sothing required my attention.
Her unexpected declaration left
caught between surprise and amusent.
Ela reassured her, saying, "It’s all right, ma’am. Now I’m relieved." With that, Ela swiftly left the place.
"Please don’t get too close, ma’am," one of the guards cautioned. They explained that they didn’t know who she was.
"Then let
accompany you," Elena suggested, taking the lead as she guided
downstairs.
As I attempted to step back, Elena maintained her smile, infusing a touch of humor into her serious tone. "Don’t you dare show yourself here late at night, and don’t make
wait too long. It’s not good for a pregnant woman, you know."
"A gift?" I inquired, slightly puzzled.
"You’re clearly thinking about sothing," I observed.
"I-I’m taking my leave, honey," I replied with a tentative smile.
In a mont of introspection, Elena called my na, "Derek." The sound of her voice interrupted my contemplation, prompting
to focus on her once again.
With that, his car rolled away, leaving
standing there with lingering uncertainty.
"Ma’am, I’ve co to offer you a present," she said.
Elena’s point of view.
I was struck by a mix of emotions. My father had thought of this gift for , and it held a connection to my mother, Diana.
Through the laptop, Paul listened as Elena expressed her gratitude to Ela.
He looked at , surprise flickering in his eyes. "Yes?" he responded.
"Please follow ," I invited her, leading the way to a more private area where we could converse without unnecessary attention.
I hesitated for a mont, unsure about this unexpected visitor and her intentions. However, curiosity got the better of . "Yes," I finally replied.
I shook my head, indicating that he hadn’t bothered .
"Where are you going?" she questioned, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"Keep your mouth shut. My na is Ela, and I used to work for your father," she announced.
My thoughts spiraled, and I wished he could understand the unspoken words etched on my face. Did I need to explicitly express my desires, or could he read between the lines? In this dilemma, one truth erged—I had to choose a path, and that path was Derek.
After escorting Derek to his car, I couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was amiss.
"Thank you, Dad, for your thoughtful present," Elena whispered, expressing her gratitude.
I asked, my brows furrowed, "What was the purpose of my father’s gift to you?"
"I see," I said, nodding. "What can I do to help you? My father is in poor health. So, please tell ," I asked.
A heated, pleasant voice interrupted our passionate exchange. "Are you okay?" Derek inquired, his gaze burning into mine.
"He ordered it to be made for you when he was not sick, but he was unable to receive it. And Sir once inford
that his wife’s na was Diana, and he advised
to get a pendant ’D’ because you adored your mother," she clarified.
The heat in my ears and cheeks was palpable. His touch, a gentle reassurance, sent shivers down my spine. In that mont, I found myself questioning—was I, too, falling in love with him?
"Is it okay if I co in, ma’am?" she asked.
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