Chapter 157: ~Hellbound~
"I know that bastard doubts sothing!" Frustration boiled within , a searing rage demanding action. I swiftly pulled out my phone and dialed Nikita’s number.
As she answered the call, I wasted no ti.
"However, after our baby is born," Derek added, his tone shifting to a more tender note, "I want you like this." A blush crept onto my cheeks as I absorbed his words. His gaze, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation, made my heart flutter.
"Umm. I’d want to ask you a question, Paul," she said, her voice carrying a note of earnestness.
Elena’s POV.
As I pressed my lips against hers, an unexpected image invaded my thoughts. It was as if soone, an unseen observer, had intruded upon our intimate mont. A chill ran down my spine, disrupting the serenity I had sought in the embrace of Elena’s affection.
"So you really want to talk to my dad about us," Nikita remarked with a playful smile.
As I gradually regained my senses, my eyes traced the contours of his muscles and chest, the vulnerability of the mont hanging in the air. I hesitated, feeling a surge of self-consciousness, and attempted to discreetly adjust my clothing.
Derek’s voice held a weight, a gravity that hinted at the depths of his unspoken turmoil.
I lowered my gaze, overco with a sudden shyness, as I heard him.
Elena’s delicate fingers traced soothing patterns through my hair as I lay against her, the rhythmic motion creating a montary sanctuary of peace. The gentle caress was a balm to the storm of thoughts swirling within . I wished I could freeze ti, preserving this tranquil interlude from the relentless march of reality.
"What is the reason for this? I know you like , and you know I like you as well," I asked, seeking clarity amidst the swirling complexities.
She shifted slightly, her expression curious. "I have that. Why, Derek? Is there a problem?"
"Yes, I will," I responded.
I attempted to give him a friendly smile, a feeble attempt to ease the tension that lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break. The room seed to hold its breath as Derek continued, his words carrying a weight of unspoken emotions.
"What?" I managed to stamr out, my eyes searching his for so hint of understanding.
Derek’s POV.
"Paul," she said, her fingertips tracing patterns on my chest. The gentle touch echoed with a familiarity that stirred conflicting emotions within . My eyes remained closed, a futile attempt to shut out the unfolding scene.
Derek’s persistent curiosity about the chain.
"I can’t believe that," she said, her words resonating with the uncertainty that colored the air.
Derek’s eyes softened as he spoke, "I like it too, Elena."
"Hmm," she responded, her fingers still entwined in my hair.
"How could you think I’d stay with other girls when I have a lovely wife in my ho?"
"Nikita." The urgency in my voice conveyed the gravity of the situation.
I took a deep breath, allowing his words to sink in, and rested my head on his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart provided a comforting backdrop to the vulnerability of the mont. Closing my eyes, I summoned the courage to voice the thoughts that had lingered in the shadows.
"Please don’t lie to
this ti, honey. You already know how much I love you," she added, a plea woven into her words.
"I know you might be thinking I still have Paul in my mind. But I just want to start everything," I confessed, the words escaping with a weight that had lingered for too long. Admitting my internal struggles was a challenge, and I felt a mixture of relief and vulnerability.
"Show
that box," he murmured quickly, his voice muffled by the softness of the mont. His inquiries were like distant echoes, reaching
through the haze of emotions that often clouded our interactions.
His sudden actions, removing his shirt and closing the distance between us, left
bewildered.
"What happened to that jewelry box? Could you kindly show
this?" I asked, the weight of my unease seeping into the words.
As I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, a silent confession played in my mind. Elena, I’m missing you. I’m sorry you didn’t give
a choice. I’ve made up my mind.
"Elena," I murmured, breaking the tender silence.
"It’s not much, but I enjoyed it," I responded, a smile playing on my lips.
"What thing?" Derek asked, a soft smile playing on his lips, an enigmatic spark in his eyes. My mind raced, struggling to grasp the aning behind his cryptic words.
"This is how I like to see you," Derek whispered, his words carrying a tenderness that lted away my insecurities. For the correct order please visit
"Yes, honey," I affird, the weight of commitnt settling on my shoulders. I gave her a warm smile and drew her close to my chest, the embrace a silent reassurance of the decisions that had crystallized within .
"Sorry, I was only curious as to which store your father ordered it from," Derek explained, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. The mystery behind his fascination with the necklace lingered, but I chose not to press further.
"Close your eyes now; it’s too late for you," Derek whispered, his hand moving softly through my hair. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, allowing the steady beat of his heart to guide
into the realm of dreams.
Elena, how could you do that?
He raised, his eyes never leaving mine, and repeated the question with a asured intensity, "Do you have any idea it’s just two months?"
"Derek," I said, my tone laced with a gentle inquiry. He looked up, eting my gaze with a kind smile as he placed the box on the table beside us. The necklace, once safely nestled within its confines, now lay exposed under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
"But I can’t believe you’re thinking about our marriage," Nikita said, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and delight. I nodded, a kind grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I reached out to stroke her hair.
"It’s also my responsibility as your wife to look after your things," I mumbled.
"Now explain to
why this is so abrupt," he said, his fingertips gently grazing my lips. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine. I struggled to find words, my mind a tumultuous storm of confusion.
"Yes," I replied, my attention montarily diverted as I checked my phone, the device buzzing with the silent demands of the outside world.
I opened the drawer as he requested, retrieving the small jewelry box that housed the precious necklace. Derek’s intensity was palpable as he took the box from my hands, his fingers moving with a practiced efficiency. It puzzled
— this relentless need to inspect the necklace, to scrutinize its every detail.
"Paul," Nikita said again, her voice a soft lody. My eyes blinked open, the room revealing a tableau of emotions that lingered between us.
"I an," I began, biting my lip and shifting my gaze.
"Are you serious, Paul?" Nikita’s eyes twinkled with excitent, a spark of anticipation lighting up her features.
Before I could delve into the complexities of his curiosity, Derek abruptly yanked
into the bed, the warmth of his touch anchoring
to the present. "Now it’s ti to sleep. You’ve been working really hard today," he insisted, a note of concern in his voice.
"Elena, I can’t change your past, and it’s just now you are mine. But I don’t want to hear about him as well," Derek’s tone was stern. It seed I was going to be dominated under his gaze. I nodded my head lightly. Derek put his head on my chest, and I touched his hair slowly.
I faked a smile, my heart heavy with the knowledge of the truth I held. "Why do I lie to you? In fact, I’ve heard that your father will be throwing a party shortly. I intend to propose to you at that mont," I confessed, my words carrying a mixture of determination and vulnerability.
{Derek’s mansion}
He suddenly touched my hand, his warmth grounding . Startled, I looked up to et his eyes, finding a reassuring sincerity in his gaze.
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"Do you think I stayed out at night with other girls sotis?" Derek’s question hung in the air, a revelation wrapped in uncertainty. I widened my eyes in disbelief, a firm nod my only response.
"Derek, what are you saying?" I asked.
Closing my eyes, I allowed the warmth of the mont to wash over . However, a disquieting thought crept into my consciousness – the necklace. The silver chain, delicate and laden with mories, hung around Elena’s neck. It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry; it was a connection to a shared history, a symbol of our journey together.
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