Easton Hols kept at it until midnight before he finally settled down, while Lily Turner was so exhausted she fell into a deep sleep. Seeing how he had worn her out, he felt a pang of guilt and pulled her into his arms, "Baby! I’ll be more careful next ti."
He lowered his head to plant a kiss between her brows, pulling his arms tighter around the woman in his embrace.
Easton Hols always promised to be careful next ti, but whenever he held Lily Turner, he couldn’t help himself, completely driven by desire.
Ti and again he’d promise to be careful next ti, and ti and again he’d lose control.
Easton Hols lost control repeatedly, to the point where Lily Turner felt her legs go weak at the sight of the bed. Yet she didn’t have the strength to resist him, as she was always exhausted after he wore her out.
Where there’s pressure, there’s resistance. A certain woman decided to rise up and resist a certain man, yet the outco of her resistance was always failure. Nonetheless, the woman didn’t give up.
The woman would fight and fail repeatedly, yet she fought on...
"Darling! Co here!"
Seeing his wife deliberately avoid him at a distance, Easton Hols felt quite displeased, and beckoned his wife to co over with a raised hand.
Lily Turner refused outright without any second thought, "No way, I’m just fine here with Anan."
While speaking, she reached out to pick up her son from the sofa and sat him on her lap, preventing Easton Hols from coming over with any mischief.
The woman’s thoughts were plainly written on her face, and Easton Hols could see through them clearly. He got up and sat beside his wife and son, "Son! How about letting daddy hold you for a bit?"
After speaking, he reached out to hug the son in Lily Turner’s arms, but his hand grasped only air.
"Anan said no."
As Easton Hols approached, alarm bells rang in Lily Turner’s mind. At the mont he tried to pick "Anan" up, she slid sideways holding Anan, creating so distance from him.
By then, little Anan was nodding, and when Lily Turner looked down, she saw it by chance and imdiately beca excited. She pointed at her son sitting on her lap and exclaid, "Look, Anan nodded."
Her son was so cute, even knowing to ’cooperate’ with his mom.
Following the direction of Lily Turner’s hand, Easton Hols looked at little Anan; little Anan seed to feel the gaze of his own father, lifting his head to et his dad’s eyes.
"Anan nodding ant he wanted to hold him." Although he hadn’t seen the earlier nodding, Easton Hols didn’t miss little Anan looking at him.
"Of course not." Lily Turner picked up little Anan from her lap, letting him stand on her legs, facing her. "Son! Tell mommy, do you want to let..."
Easton Hols suddenly moved over, and before Lily Turner could react, he had already wrapped his arm around her, "Stop asking our son, you hold him, I’ll hold you."
He glanced at her, raising his other hand to tease little Anan, "Son! Call Daddy!"
He gently tapped little Anan’s cheek, finding the chubby little guy irresistibly adorable.
"Anan is only a little over seven months old; how can he possibly call daddy? Besides, if he starts calling, he should first call mommy, since I was the one who gave birth to him with all my hard work." Lily Turner smugly raised her eyebrow, as if little Anan had already called her mom.
Easton Hols pulled her closer in his arms, leaning into the smug woman’s ear, "Well, it was my hard work before you could give birth to this little guy."
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