Semua Bab The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Bab 201 - Bab 210

Knight’s eyes lingered on the hand gripping Genesis’s forearm. Slowly, his gaze lifted to its owner. Jaden glared back at him, defiance burning in his eyes.That only made Knight’s lips curl into a cruel smile. As he studied Jaden, a dozen ways of breaking each bone in the boy’s body flashed through his mind. He could almost hear Jaden’s screams already, and the thought made the hunger for blood thrum inside him.Genesis saw it, the way Knight looked at Jaden like a toy he couldn’t wait to tear apart. Bile rose in her throat. She yanked her arm from Jaden’s grasp and rushed to Knight’s side, pressing her hand against his torso as if to anchor him.But he didn’t look at her. His focus never left Jaden.Jaden stood his ground, still glaring daggers, and Knight took a slow step forward. Genesis shook her head, clutching his arm to hold him back, but his strength dragged her with him instead.Across the hall, Stacy and Calista instinctively stepped back. Their exchanged glance screamed Wh

“Hmmm, I smell something good. What are you preparing, Gen?” Mrs. Eliana’s warm voice floated into the kitchen as she stepped in, her eyes lighting up at the sight before her.Genesis stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, her hair tied loosely behind her head as she stirred a creamy sauce on the stove. The soft smell of herbs, garlic, and something buttery filled the air. It was the first time Eliana had seen her cooking in the Blackwood mansion and it brought an unspoken warmth to her chest.Genesis turned with a shy, cozy smile. “I… it’s nothing much. Do..” She stopped herself, catching her breath, then shook her head lightly. “My father wanted something I made, so I decided to make something for both him and Kieran.”Eliana’s smile deepened as she moved closer. “You’re making something for both of them? How sweet.” She peered into the pot, her eyes widening slightly. “Is that… saffron butter rice? And roasted lemon chicken?”Genesis nodded, a little proud but trying to hide it.

Genesis slowly pushed herself up from the table he had pressed her against. Her brow furrowed, a faint frown settling over her delicate features as she turned to face him. He had already moved to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring down at the glowing city of New York.His words spun around her head like a curse she couldn’t shake. She should knock before stepping into his office.A small, broken chuckle slipped past her lips, but he didn’t turn to her. He just stood there—silent, cold, the glow of the city reflecting off his sharp frame—smoking, knowing exactly what that smell did to her.Tears stung the back of her eyes. “Knock before stepping into your office,” she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling.Her gaze drifted to the lunch box sitting on the table. She had bought it with the little money she’d earned—not his, not her father’s, but hers. It had taken her days to gather enough.She owned her father’s company now, technically, but Monica had drained it dry.

“Ahhh—uhhh,” Genesis’s moans filled the air, her hand pressed against the glass window before sliding up to clutch Knight’s shoulders, trying to steady herself with each deep thrust. Her mouth fell open in a gasped cry.“Ahh—yes, yes,” she breathed out, her nails digging into his shoulders. Knight stared at her, his blue eyes dark under the dim light of the office, tears still gliding down his face. Her words from earlier echoed in his head.THWACK.THWOP.The rapid, wet sounds of his hips meeting hers filled the quiet, empty room.“I’m so sorry,” he murmured against her neck, his thrusts not slowing. Genesis looked down at him, her grip on his body tightening.“Faster—p-please, faster,” she whimpered.He pulled away, sliding out of her with a wet pop. Her slickness dripped down and hit the tiled floor. She groaned at the sudden emptiness, but before she could speak, he turned her around and guided her to face the window.“Hands there,” he said softly.She obeyed, palms pressed to the

Amelia lounged on the chaise, the sun warming her skin. She lowered her sunglasses, adjusted her position lazily, and rubbed a hand over her round, pregnant belly.“This is the life,” she murmured with a satisfied sigh. One minute passed. Then five. Just as she began to drift toward sleep, the sunlight vanished from her skin.Her brows furrowed. “What the hell?” she muttered, opening her eyes—only to see Genesis standing in front of her, blocking the sun, with Daisy beside her, hands planted firmly on her hips.Amelia groaned. “What do you want, weirdo?”Daisy gasped, scandalized. “Lily’s not a weirdo—you are!”Amelia turned her head slowly toward her. “Shut it, brat. Someone needs to teach you some manners. You don’t—”Genesis cut her off, her voice cool but sharp. “You’re the one who lacks manners here.”“Excuse me?” Amelia scoffed.“You heard me,” Genesis said, standing tall. “It’s one thing for you to sneak into my kitchen and eat half the food I make for my men—I let that slide b