บททั้งหมดของ I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

　　The morning sun reflected off the waves as Emily and Adrian stepped off the yacht.　　They had spent the night onboard, the evening stretching into laughter, quiet conversations, and a rare sense of ease.　　But now, reality was waiting for them onshore.　　As Emily followed Adrian toward the waiting cars, she noticed that instead of heading for the same one, Adrian walked toward another.　　She frowned slightly.“You’re not coming with me?”　　Adrian adjusted his cufflinks, his usual composed expression in place.“I have a confidential meeting to attend.”　　Emily blinked.“Oh. Okay.”　　Adrian gestured to one of his drivers.“Take her home.”　　Emily nodded, sliding into the car.　　As the vehicle pulled away, she leaned against the window, watching Adrian’s car disappear into the city traffic.　　Emily hadn’t even reached home when her phone rang.　　She glanced at the screen. A familiar number.

Emily sat curled on the edge of the bed,the soft sheets untouched behind her.　　The room was dim,curtains half drawn,letting in a weak,golden glow from the setting sun.But she hadn’t moved in hours.　　The silence in the room was absolute.　　But her mind wasn’t.　　It was loud.Loud with the sound of Mike’s voice echoing—　　“You’re not even their real daughter.”　　At first,she didn’t believe it.She couldn’t.　　But the memories…they came back too fast.　　The way her parents had always been distant.　　The way they never really celebrated her milestones.　　How they didn’t react when she got accepted to the top design program.　　Not even a proud smile.Not even a simple“congratulations.”　　Her mind kept circling back—again and again—to the quiet way her parents had always treated her.　　Not cruel.　　But n

　　He lingered there,his lips brushing over the delicate swell with a reverence that stole her breath.　　Then—his tongue traced a lazy circle around her,coaxing a soft,broken sound from her lips.　　A whisper of his name escaped her as he continued,each movement tender,deliberate,drawing a response from her she couldn’t control.　　Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths,the room thick with heat and quiet tension.　　Her breathing was soft and uneven, the air between them warm and still. The room had gone quiet, wrapped in the hush that always seemed to follow something unspoken.　　Adrian moved slowly, like he was still waiting to be sure this was real. His lips brushed along her collarbone, then lower, tracing the line down the center of her chest. Each kiss was gentle, unhurried—like he wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere, just taking his time, being careful with her.　　Emily’s breath grew shallow,her chest rising and falling beneath him.Her hand found his shoulder,fingers tightening sl

　　With a quiet breath,Adrian shifted—his hands gliding down to the curve of her waist,then lower,lifting her gently but firmly into a new angle that made the world tilt with it.　　Emily gasped,her breath hitching as the sensation changed,intensified.　　Her hands clutched at the sheets,knuckles white with the effort to stay grounded,even as her body responded with a helpless urgency she couldn't contain.　　Each motion sent a ripple through her—low and aching,centered deep in her core,radiating outward like heat curling through her spine.Her lower belly tightened instinctively,muscles fluttering under the rhythm he set,as though every part of her was tuned only to him.　　She felt her lower abdomen pumping rhythmically.　　She could barely think.Could barely breathe.　　It wasn’t just the way he moved—it was the way he held her,the way he breathed her in,as if she were something he had longed for in silence and now finally held in both hands.　　Her name left his lips like a prayer—raw and

　　Emily returned from the bathroom with her damp hair tucked behind her ears, a towel draped loosely around her neck. When she stepped into the bedroom, she paused.　　The small breakfast table near the window had already been set.　　A silver tray held a bowl of warm congee, a few side dishes, and a cup of ginger tea, still steaming.　　Adrian was seated nearby, scrolling through his tablet with casual ease.　　She blinked, surprised.“You…set this up?”　　He looked up, his expression calm.“I asked the kitchen to bring it up.”　　Emily hesitated, then smiled faintly.“Thank you.”　　Adrian nodded. Then, as if remembering something, he added,“By the way, your phone rang while you were gone. I answered—it was someone named Claire? She said she’s from your design team.”　　Emily froze for a half-second, then relaxed and picked up her spoon.“Oh, Claire. She’s nice. Did she say anything?”　　Adrian leaned back slightly, watching her reaction—maybe expecting more. But when she stayed composed, he onl