Chapter 6
Fabian’s gaze darkened, his expression unmistakably filled with a man’s desire.
Chesca’s patience snapped. She didn’t want to see him–their divorce would be handled by lawyers.
She tried to close the door, but Fabian was quicker. He blocked it with his foot and easily slipped inside…
The moment the door closed, Chesca found herself in his arms.
Fabian gripped her slender waist, pulling her against him desperately. He kissed her with near–frantic intensity. His fingers dug into her hips and his body pressing against hers, leaving her with no room to escape.
On the soft sofa, Fabian clearly had the advantage
He had never been like this before!
The bright lights and Chesca’s soft moan seemed unable to bring him back to his senses. Only when he glimpsed a faint reddish birthmark did Fabian finally regain some control.
he pressed his warm lips against Chesca’s ear, his voice
Restraining his heavy breathill have
unrecognizably hoarse. “Do you still have feelings for me?”
Chesca’s body tensed-
She had loved Fabian.
She’d loved him since she was twenty. Fabian knew this, but in all these years he’d never asked. Now that he suddenly brought it up, Chesca thought he must have lost his mind. So she refused to admit such embarrassing feelings.
Without hearing her answer, Fabian pressed her down, intent on continuing.
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As they kissed on the sofa, Chesca clutched his dark hair, breathlessly protesting. “Fabian, stop. Today isn’t my fertile period–no matter how hard you try, I won’t have a baby.”
Hearing this, Fabian looked up slightly.
His intense gaze focused on her–her delicate face, the damp golden hair spread across the coffee–colored sofa, that men’s black shirt now in complete disarray, concealing virtually nothing…
She looked incredibly desirable, yet Fabian’s eyes quietly reddened.
He reached out and gently touched her stomach.
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Soft and flat.
Chesca tilted her head back, repeating with a trembling voice. “Fabian, I’m not in my fertile period.”
“I know.”
His voice was even hoarser than before.
He continued to caress her stomach tenderly. Then leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was slow, lingering, as if he wanted to spend a lifetime doing just this…
His desire was evident.
But Fabian stopped, lying on top of her, breathing heavily.
His rapid breathing revealed his tremendous restraint this was the first time he’d been so overcome with emotion for Chesca. Just moments ago, he had desperately wanted to fuck…
Chesca pushed him away.
Though disheveled, she maintained her composure as she reached for the divorce agreement and tossed it onto Fabian. Her voice was husky.
“You can hold my
percent share in trust. I’ll just take the dividends. Fabian, you know
whether my contributions over these four years are worth this much.”
“They are.”
“But I don’t want to give it.”
Fabian’s eyes darkened with something Chesca couldn’t decipher.
She let out a mocking sigh and leaned in, her bare thighs brushing against his as she grabbed his tie, tugging him closer. “Sign it, and I’ll let you fuck me one last time. You seem to need it badly right now.”
Fabian frowned. “Where the hell did you learn to say shit like that?”
Chesca smiled self–mockingly. “Fabian, I’ve discovered I quite enjoy wrapping my arms around your neck and asking for money. If you still kicked me out of Leshine, I might as well start acting like mistress.”
Fabian sat up, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket and skillfully lighting one.
He rarely smoked indoors–a sign of his troubled mind.
Chesca felt irritated. This jerk had been all over her for the past ten minutes, leaving her looking completely disheveled, while he remained perfectly dressed, his jacket still on.
Something was off about him.
He must be heartbroken.
A clear–headed woman knew better than to get involved in her ex–husband’s post–breakup
crisis.
Deciding she had better things to do than watch him sulk and chain–smoke in her apartment, Chesca pulled her damp blonde hair into a loose bun with a claw clip, slipped on her house slippers, and headed to the kitchen.
Chesca was actually a good cook, though she rarely had the opportunity after marrying
Fabian.
Now living alone, she prepared all her simple meals herself.
Soon, the kitchen filled with the aroma of scallions and a homey warmth.
From the sofa, Fabian caught sight of her back. She was still wearing his black shirt that exposed her thighs–utterly tempting–but as she cooked, she somehow exuded a domestic allure.
The term “perfect wife” suddenly became tangible.
Fabian thought silently that this version of Chesca must be many men’s fantasy.
This thought made him frown. He leaned forward to extinguish his cigarette and began exploring the apartment.
Though small, it had everything needed.
She’d even created a small painting studio.
Fabian lifted the canvas on the easel, revealing an unfinished painting of a starry sky over the ocean–no longer of him. Before, Chesca’s favorite subject had always been Fabian.
He gently touched the brushstrokes, feeling a twinge in his heart.
After a while, he quietly entered the narrow kitchen and wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind. They had never stayed like this as husband and wife.
Fabian’s lips pressed against the nape of her neck, his voice slightly husky. “This is the life you want? A 1300–square–foot apartment, cooking and cleaning, slowly turning yourself into a plain housewife?”
Chesca didn’t struggle. After four years of marriage and countless intimate moments, she
could treat the bit of closeness as a dog bite.
She continued working as she replied flatly. “Yes, this is exactly the life I want! Once our divorce is finalized, it’ll be even better. I can get a 20,000–square–foot house, hire ten
be
servants, and if I’m feeling generous, maybe I’ll even bring home a man worth fucking…”
Chapter 6
Fabian was visibly angered. He bit her neck. “You’re still Mrs. Elkedonia right now.”
“Not for long.”
The words barely left her lips before he spun her around, forcing her to face him.
He looked down at her, his gaze intensely dark. After a long pause, he said hoarsely. “If that’s our marriage’s biggest problem, Chesca, I can satisfy you too.”
In the past, Chesca would have melted at such words.
But now, she was immune to Fabian’s charm. His seductive words and flattery were just
means to an end. She’d fallen for it once and crashed hard…
Chesca turned back to continue cooking, but Fabian asked for a bowl too.
He clung to her body, saying he was hungry.
Chesca’s hands paused as she thought of his affair with Veronica, and she laughed coldly.
“You’re definitely hungry, Fabian.”
definite
Fabian’s slightly calloused fingertips caressed her lower abdomen–tonight he seemed
particularly drawn to that area.
After a while, he said huskily. “I never slept with her.”
Chesca didn’t respond.
That night, Fabian refused
difference.
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leave. Even her puppy Snow tugging at his pant leg made no
Chesca was forced to give up half of
up half
herbed.
Before sleep, Fabian–pressed
her passionately.
esca down
pressed on the bed, interlocking their fingers as he kissed
In her memory, only on their wedding night had he been this excited…
