Todos os capítulos de Riding My Father-in-Law: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

AdelineNot even half an hour had passed since my outburst at Matthew’s place, yet here I was, sitting on a wooden bench beside the vegetable garden behind Aling Maria’s house. The mountain breeze was growing cold, and dusk was slowly settling in, but the feeling inside my chest was colder, heavy with jealousy and frustration.Standing next to me was Jin, Mang Ben and Aling Maria's son. He was home for the holidays to help his parents. His body was well-built from working the land every day."Ma'am Adeline, here’s some espresso," Jin said politely, handing me a steaming cup."It gets pretty cold out here at this time of day. You might catch a cold.""Thank you, Jin. And call me Adeline, no need for 'Ma'am,'" I replied with a faint smile as I took the cup."Oh, I couldn't possibly—"Jin didn't get to finish his sentence. Heavy, hurried footsteps suddenly approached our spot. From the shadows of the tree-lined path, Matthew’s tall figure emerged.He was out of breath. His hair was slight

Adeline carefully untangled herself from Matthew's embrace so as not to wake him. She needed to step out of the room to wash her face and have some coffee, but before she could even go down the stairs, she ran into Samantha along the hallway.The doctor stood with crossed arms, her eyebrows raised, meeting her with a cold smile—a smile that concealed deep contempt."So you're awake," Samantha initiated while running her eyes over Adeline from head to toe."Looks like you had a sound sleep. Well, that's hardly surprising. After all, you're used to living in a world without heavy responsibilities to worry about, aren't you? You're just happy-go-lucky!""Do you have a problem again, Sam? It's too early for your snide remarks.""I'm not making snide remarks, Adeline. I'm just telling you the reality," Samantha said sternly as she slowly stepped closer."Did you think that just because you're here with Matthew in the province for a few days, you've won? Wake up! Your days here are numbered

AdelineThe next morning, when I opened my eyes, the surroundings felt entirely different. The fury of the storm and last night's heavy thunder were gone; instead, I was greeted by the beautiful colors of the sky filtering through my newly changed curtains, along with the fresh mountain air. But I immediately pouted when I noticed the other side of the bed was cold. Matthew was no longer beside me.I quickly got up, freshened myself up a bit, and hurried out of the room to look for Matthew. As I walked down the stairs and approached the living room, I heard an unfamiliar noise coming from outside the rest of the house—the sound of equipment being carried and set up.When I stepped out onto the balcony, my eyes widened at the sight. Mang Ben and his son, Jin, were busy setting up a rented karaoke machine in the spacious yard! A small table had also been arranged on the side, topped with drinks and fresh fruit."Mang Ben?" I called out, approaching them with a puzzled look. "What is this

"Ah, shit, Adeline... baby, wait—"He wasn't able to finish what he was saying as I quickened my pace and gave my all to pleasuring him.His hands tightened even further in my hair, not to stop me, but to guide me through every fierce yet love-filled rhythm. I knew with absolute certainty from every tremor in his body that Matthew was just moments away from reaching his peak right inside my mouth, ready to surrender all his remaining breath for this final night together.As Matthew drew closer and closer to the edge, I swiftly shifted my position. I lay flat on my stomach on top of the soft mat, and before he could burst, I took his throbbing length and pressed it firmly between both of my breasts.I was immediately met with Matthew's powerful, steady thrusts between my cleavage. I pushed my breasts tightly together, squeezing him firmly in the middle while matching every fast, heavy surge of his hips."Ah, f*ck... Adeline!" Matthew cursed under his breath, and in an instant, I felt h

AdelineI held on to the window frame. Matthew’s voice was wonderful—deep, clean, and filled with genuine emotion. For a moment, it felt like I wasn't just listening to a man singing into a karaoke machine, but as if the original singer himself was standing right in front of me. Yet it hurt even more, because every look he gave me seemed to carry a personal meaning. He wasn't looking at the screen, nor at anyone else. Only at me.As he continued to sing, my chest slowly tightened. Perhaps because I knew some songs are much easier to listen to when you have nothing to lose, nothing to fear. But tonight, I did. We had a future whose destination I didn't know; we had time that was rapidly running out, and we had a tomorrow that I desperately tried not to think about.Tears fell one after another, and I quickly wiped them away. I didn't want to cry tonight, not on his birthday, and certainly not while he was looking at me like that. But it only became harder to hold back the emotion when