Mag-log inMuch later, after a vigorous, exhausting bout of intense exercise, Claire leaned limply against Ethan's firm chest. Her delicate body was covered in a sheer layer of sweat. Across his broad shoulders and back, there were several angry red scratch marks she had inadvertently left in the chaotic heat of the moment.Her small mouth remained slightly open as she panted, her light, warm breaths puffing softly against his skin.Ethan's dark eyes grew heated once again. His long fingers began to wander possessively over the smooth, delicate curve of her bare back.Their bodies were still pressed intimately together, leaving zero space between them.Claire looked up at him with wide, pitiful eyes. "I'm so exhausted. Can we please just stop here for tonight?"Ethan looked down at her flushed, pleading face for a long moment. Finally, he relented. He lowered his head to press a soft, lingering kiss to her damp forehead, pulled the thick quilt securely over both of them, and firmly moved his wan
Even someone as naturally eloquent and sharp-tongued as Roseline found her arrogance instantly vanishing in the presence of Edward. She sat stiffly on her elegant dining chair, completely at a loss for what to do with her hands.Edward, a legendary titan of the business world, was a man who could command the clouds and summon the rain with a mere flick of his wrist. Even in his old age, he exuded the terrifying, majestic aura of a high-ranking aristocrat, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure that suffocated the room.Noticing the tense silence at the dining table, Edward coughed lightly. He picked up his delicate teacup, purposefully lowering his authoritative voice and trying his absolute best to maintain a gentle, welcoming demeanor."Due to health reasons, I am unable to drink alcohol. I will toast you with tea instead."Fernando and Roseline were completely overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. They hurriedly raised their cups in a panicked, clumsy toast.Sitting next to Eth
Much later, after their intense, exhausting intimacy, Ethan held a thoroughly drowsy Claire securely in his arms, the powerful muscles of his biceps bulging slightly as he shifted her weight.His long fingertips traced a slow, rhythmic pattern against Claire's flat abdomen.He quietly wondered if the sowing had been successful tonight.The next morning, Claire yawned continuously while sitting at the breakfast table. She had been kept up entirely too late last night and had been forced to wake up early this morning, leaving her severely sleep-deprived.Ethan carefully peeled a boiled egg for her and placed it gently into her bowl, then set a fresh glass of warm milk directly in front of her."Eat all of this."Claire obediently ate the egg, but she hesitated to touch the glass of milk.Ethan looked at her. "Drink it, and I'll take you to look at cars today."Upon hearing they were actually going to look at luxury cars, Andrew immediately dropped his chopsticks and clamored to tag alon
Ethan stopped and turned around, his dark eyes meeting hers with an air of absolute seriousness. "Yes. But if you don't want to, I will respect your wishes."Claire thought for a long moment before finally saying, "If I have a child with you, and you want a divorce later... I won't let you have your way."Ethan's eyes lit up instantly. He stopped dead in his tracks, grabbed her shoulders, and locked his burning gaze onto her face. "Really?"Claire bit her lip and nodded firmly. "Once we have a child, don't even think about divorcing me. You can't fall for anyone else, either."Ethan's smile grew wider and wider, lighting up his entire face. He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the voice recording app."Wife, say what you just said one more time."Claire: "..."Claire frowned deeply when she saw Ethan's rigid, demanding posture.Did he know that forcing her to say this right now was basically setting himself up for a massive slap in the face later when he inevitably
Ethan was extremely satisfied with the title. A pleasant curve formed at the corner of his lips as he handed the teenager a brand-new, top-of-the-line tablet.Andrew's eyes widened with pure joy. "The latest model!" He had pestered Roseline for this for months, but his mother had flat-out refused to buy it for him."Brother-in-law, I declare that from today on, you are my real brother! If my sister ever bullies you, just let me know, and I'll help you!"Claire rolled her eyes. Her own flesh and blood had been bought over with a single piece of tech. The power of money was truly terrifying.Ethan smiled. "You said it."Andrew patted his chest confidently. "I guarantee I'm on your side. Also, if you want to know everything about my sister, I can tell you all of it—including her most embarrassing childhood stories."Ethan patted his shoulder approvingly. "Let's chat about that in detail another day.""Andrew!" Claire roared, her patience fully exhausted. "Don't you dare say a single word
Roseline held her hands tightly and spoke with deadly earnestness. "Novels come from real life, Claire. Just look at those wealthy aristocratic families in the news. Which woman didn't ultimately win her position because of her children? The more heirs you have, the higher and more unshakeable your status becomes."In Roseline's mind, she had already automatically envisioned a grand, cutthroat drama of a wealthy aristocratic family. Marrying into extreme wealth meant fighting, vying, and grabbing for power, and the ultimate weapon in that war was children.Claire rubbed her temples, completely unwilling to entertain this conversation any further.Just then, her phone chimed.She pulled it out and saw a new message from Ethan.[Wife, have Mom and Dad arrived?]Claire quickly typed back: [They've arrived.]Ethan: [I'll be home soon. Wait for me outside.]With the corners of her mouth curling up into a bright smile, Claire replied playfully: [Why? Do you need me to give you a grand, red-







