All Chapters of Lust for My Father-in-Law: The Plus-Size Secretary: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

A few days passed.Derek was finally moved to a regular care room. His condition was still weak, but no longer critical. Anita and her baby moved to the apartment Marcus had prepared, complete with full-time nurses. We no longer came every day. Only occasionally Nathaniel asked for updates by phone. I felt relieved. The burden that had been pressing on my chest slowly loosened.The failed honeymoon, the house that was too big for two people, and the long afternoons made me restless. One morning, while Nathaniel was putting on his tie in front of the mirror, I spoke."I want to go back to work."He turned, one eyebrow raised. "Work?""As your assistant and secretary like before."Nathaniel was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. "If that's what you want but don't push yourself.""I'm not pushing myself. I need routine."Monday morning, I stood in front of the closet. I chose a work outfit I hadn't worn in a long time: a tight black blazer, a white shirt clinging to my body, and a

I swallowed hard as Nathaniel’s dark gaze stared up at me from below. His fingers still gripped the hem of the skirt he had already pushed up to my thigh. His warm breath brushed against my sensitive skin.“This,” he repeated slowly, almost like a growl, “is only for me.”He didn’t wait for an answer. His lips pressed against the skin of my thigh, kissing softly, then climbing higher. I bit my lip, my hand automatically reaching for his hair. Nathaniel pushed my legs wider, settling himself between them, then yanked my panties down in one motion. I moaned softly as the cold air touched the part of me that was already wet.“Nathaniel…”“Quiet. Let me enjoy what’s mine.”His tongue touched me without warning. I nearly jumped, my back arching. He wasn’t gentle. Not like the previous nights that had been full of carefulness. This time he was hungry, possessive, as if he wanted to mark every inch. His tongue moved fast, deep, occasionally sucking until I was gasping and my fingers clenched

Nathaniel still held me on his lap, his fingers drawing irregular patterns on my back. The fire in the hearth danced, reflecting golden light on his tired yet still handsome face. I rested my head on his shoulder, listening to his steady heartbeat."Are they really going to move?" I asked softly."That's what Anita said. After Derek is strong enough to travel. They said they want to start from zero somewhere far from all of this."I nodded slowly.Nathaniel lifted my chin gently until our eyes met."Are you okay with that?""Yes, it's better that way for everyone."He looked at me for a long time, then kissed my forehead softly. That kiss was different from the one at the office this afternoon."Let's go up, today has been long enough."In the bedroom, we didn't pounce on each other. Nathaniel helped me take off my blazer, then my shirt, with slow and careful movements. I did the same for him. There was no rush. Just touches that knew each other, comforting each other.When we finally

We left the hospital without much talk. Nathaniel opened the car door for me, then walked around to get in on the driver's side. The engine started, but he didn't immediately drive off."Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly.I let out a breath. "Not really but I also don't want to go straight home."Nathaniel nodded slowly. "There's a small Italian restaurant near the river. Their food is good. Let's go there."I didn't refuse.The journey only took fifteen minutes. The restaurant was indeed hidden among old buildings, with warm yellow lights and wooden tables spaced quite far apart. The waiter recognized Nathaniel as soon as we entered and immediately led us to the most private corner table, near the window facing the river.Nathaniel pulled out a chair for me before sitting across from me. He ordered red wine and let me choose the food. I only asked for a simple pasta. He ordered the same steak as usual.After the waiter left, silence filled the table. I played with the edge of the cl

The next day, right after office hours ended, Nathaniel didn't drive toward the mansion."We're going to Harrods," he said casually while driving. "You said you wanted to shop. So we shop."I turned, slightly surprised. "You're really coming with me?""Of course. That card is in my name. I want to see for myself how you spend it."I laughed softly. "Don't worry. I won't buy a private jet.""What a shame. I was ready to sign."Harrods at night was still stunning. Golden lights illuminated the display windows, and the scent of expensive perfume immediately greeted us as we entered. Several staff immediately recognized Nathaniel and greeted him respectfully. A middle-aged female personal shopper immediately approached."Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Whitmore. Is there anything we can help you with tonight?"Nathaniel glanced at me. "My wife decides. I just follow."I smiled at the woman. "I want to see the latest ready-to-wear collection. Also shoes, bags, and lingerie."Nathaniel, standing beside