Semua Bab His Contracted Bedspacer (The Heir 1): Bab 31 - Bab 40

When Alexus drew in several long breaths, he reminded himself that he had best get under control. After turning off the water, he dried his hands and piled plates, silverware, and napkins on the casserole and salad tray. The doctor had cautioned him not to rush Rafaella. The neurologist concluded that a concussion caused Rafaella's memory loss, the shock of the attack, or both. Her condition would probably be transient. When the time was right, she would recall her identity and the specifics of her past. He planned to take care of her and work to regain her trust throughout the remaining days, weeks, or however much time he had. Alexus considered it a good idea to phone the detective in the interim and inform him of the most recent information regarding the attack that brought his wife and children to this community. He might just be paranoid, which was unrelated to Rafaella's attack. But the investigator gave the impression that he believed the incident to be more than just a botche

Rafaella took a long breath to calm her confused mind after being surprised by the romantic comparison her brain had made. She noticed his aroma as she was doing so—and male sweat. She remembered that kiss they had earlier exchanged while she was no longer gripped by the terror that had almost rendered her helpless. Once more, she felt that pull on her memory. He tasted good on her lips, she could see herself in his arms, and she could feel his mouth and hands on her body. Rafaella shook in fear. She knew the heat curling low in her belly wasn't just a reminiscence. It was a need, a feminine yearning, for Alexus to kiss her and touch her once more. "Are you feeling better now that the worst storm is over?" "Yeah, thanks for your assistance." "Hmm. You don't need to tell me that. Naturally, I will be around as your husband. We'll have rain for at least two to three days, so we're stuck in the house for a while." "Which will affect the kids' mood," she replied. "They love spending

He put back the ice pack bag to her forehead. And as he crouched again, Rafaella tugged at his collar. "But I feel fine except for the fever..." she said. He intended to restrain himself as he went in for a short kiss. He failed to succeed. He intensified the kiss and poured his heart into it, claiming her as his when her soft mouth clung to his. He had to stop playing the part. After nearly losing her, no. In return, she clung to his shoulders and kissed him equally passionately. He let out a sigh as he gradually released her from his grip. He kissed her fingers when she reached out for him again, hoping she would understand what he was trying to express before letting go. And he was not supposed to kiss her when she had a fever, but he could not stop himself. He felt anxious. When an icy cold invaded her bones, she shook with chills. Then a delicious warmth enveloped her. He tugged his shirt around her, and she sighed in contentment that didn't last long. Soon she was boiling ag

Even though it was late, Alexus remained up. His gaze would occasionally stray to the back of his wife and up toward the rising light coming from the lampshade on the nightstand, arm's length away from where his wife was lying in the same bed but apart from him. She wanted to go gently, and he appreciated that, although he was troubled by the wall she had built between them, regardless of her amnesia. Even in this situation, Rafaella treated him just as coldly as before. Yet, he was sure that she desired him in his manly capacity. But now that someone out there wanted to bury her, there was a trust issue. Yet he could ensure his wife would always be protected as long as she was with him. And by then, everything had returned to normal for her. He anticipated that she would have the flexibility to make their marriage work. He couldn't accept it himself, but he was troubled. He feared Rafaella would argue that their relationship was solely based on a piece of paper. With him, no. She d

Alexus wondered. My mind was still strangely foggy after that night with Rafaella, despite the urgency of the work at hand. I had to think things through. He laced his shoes and stepped outside the cottage. And he began to run alongside Timothy. "Are you alright," Timothy questioned. "Yes, I require some privacy while she is still asleep." "Why? Are you two back together?" "I hope so, but ladies can sometimes be difficult to grasp." Timothy chuckled and shook his head in an upward and downward motion. "I can say it's not solely to protect your wife. You've fallen in love with your wife once more." He didn't dispute Timothy's assertion. They were rushing outside on the nature trail to the beach's shoreline a few minutes later. The buzzing in my head began to subside as hot air erupted from my lips, and chilly air rushed through my nostrils. Indeed, a run was exactly what I needed. Yet, when my shoes sank into the sand, I understood I shouldn't take advantage of Rafael