All Chapters of Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

THE mini hall of the Per Se five-star restaurant exuded elegance, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the carefully arranged tables. Velvet chairs framed the space, and soft classical music drifted in the background. At one end of the hall, Mr. Wilberforce sat beside his daughter Queen, who looked stunning in a flamboyant emerald dress. The fabric shimmered under the golden light, clinging to her hourglass figure in all the right places. Her make-up was flawless, her jewelry sparkling, but her restless fingers tapping against the table betrayed her nervous anticipation. Queen crossed her legs and uncrossed them, casting repeated glances at the door. Her heart thudded as she thought of Oswald. Where is he? Why isn't he here yet? She forced herself to smile, even though anxiety curled in her chest like smoke. Then the grand entrance doors suddenly opened, and in stepped Lord Dino and Lady Frances, flaunted by their entourage of maids and guards. The old power couple look

SEATED before the wide mirror in her luxurious bathroom, Queen gently wiped away her makeover, each stroke of the cotton pad erasing layers of confidence she had worn throughout the day. The lighting above cast a soft glow on her damp skin, and the faint scent of lavender from the bath lingered in the air. Clad in a white towel that wrapped snugly around her, she exhaled, leaning closer to the mirror as if searching her reflection for answers. Her phone, placed beside her on the marble counter, buzzed to life with a familiar ringtone. She glanced at the screen 'Bianca'. Without hesitation, she swiped to answer, putting it on loudspeaker as she continued removing the last traces of eyeliner and blush. "Bianca," Queen greeted, her tone lighter now that she was finally at ease, "how is it going?" "More like how are you doing!" Bianca's playful voice came through. "I have been waiting all day to hear about the meeting. Tell me, how did it go? Did Oswald finally fall at your feet?" Que

THE morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft streaks of light across Queen's room. Her phone buzzed persistently on the nightstand, pulling her from sleep. Groggily, she reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. A new text message. Her lips curled into a pleased smile as she read it. Without wasting another second, she threw the covers off and sprang out of bed, her energy renewed. After a quick shower, Queen stood in front of her closet, selecting an elegant outfit, something stylish yet effortless. She dressed with precision, pairing the ensemble with accessories that screamed sophistication. Then she proceeded to apply her makeover.Once dressed, she set up her laptop at the small desk by the window. With her fingers flying over the keys, she responded to a few important emails, reviewed some documents, and finalized a couple of work related matters. As she typed, she sent off a quick text to Bianca: **Good morning, darling! I'll tell you everything later to

OSWALD barged into his room, the duvet draped over his body as he shut the door behind him, the weight of the evening's events hanging heavily in the air. The muffled cries coming from the door behind him filtered into his ears. A rush of conflicting emotions coursed through him, satisfaction mingled with an unfamiliar twinge of guilt. Ignoring that, he flung the duvet aside, making his way to the bathroom. He got there and stepped in, desperate for the soothing embrace of water.As he let the hot water cascade over him, he closed his eyes and allowed the steam to envelop him. Thoughts of the encounter flooded his mind. It had been years since he felt such raw desire, years since he had allowed himself to be so intimate with anyone. The memory of their bodies entwined, the way she had surrendered to him, was intoxicating.In the heat of the moment, he had felt alive, a sensation long forgotten. 'It was the sweetest sex in a long while,' he thought, his mind drifting back to the way Or

STILL sitting in a corner of the cold, expansive room, Orlanda's knees drawn up to her chest. The events of the previous night still weighed heavily on her, leaving her emotionally drained, plus that morning. She barely noticed the creak of the door opening until Nurse Margaret's familiar face appeared, her expression carrying a mixture of concern and weariness. "Orlanda," the nurse whispered as she hurried over, a tray of food and medication in hand. She knelt beside Orlanda, her eyes soft with empathy. "I'm so sorry." Orlanda looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Seeing the nurse, a strange comfort washed over her, though it couldn't extinguish the ache in her heart. Nurse Margaret carefully placed the tray on a nearby table and pulled out a small pack of contraceptive pills along with other medications. Her touch was gentle as she brushed Orlanda's tangled hair aside and checked her temperature. "I have brought everything you need," Margaret said quietly. "I figured