Chapter 575
Mila firmly held Nathan’s wrist, her dazed eyes meeting his intense gaze. Panting softly, she said, “Nate, it’s four in the morning. You haven’t been getting enough rest lately. You can’t keep this up.” Nathan withdrew his hand and gently caressed her cheek with a look of deep affection, his voice tinged with a hint of hurt. “Are you not feeling well, or are you trying to distance yourself from me?” Quick to reassure, Mila explained, “It’s been two months, and I feel perfectly fine. I’m just worried about you.”
Without a second thought, Nathan draped himself with the blanket, swiftly discarding the towel underneath. In an instant, he pressed his body against her abdomen, his desire palpable. Sleep was far from his mind now.
Mila stiffened, her body tensing as her cheeks flushed. She turned her face away shyly and bit her lip.
Leaning in, Nathan whispered in her ear, “If it’s your health you’re concerned about, I can wait. But if you’re worried about me being tired, I can’t.”
Swallowing nervously, Mila felt the pressure on her abdomen, her eyes closing in embarrassment.
“Please?” Nathan kissed her neck, his husky voice soothing. “I’ll be gentle and quick.”
Gentle and quick? Though they’d been intimate only once, Mila’s memory told her otherwise.
Thinking that the sooner they started, the sooner they’d finish, and he could finally rest, Mila shyly hummed an affirmative.
With a tender smile, Nathan kissed her lips, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning her nightgown.
Fiery desire burned in the depths of the night. True intimacy from skin contact and deep physical connection were the finest remedies for emotions.
The biggest lie Mila had ever heard from Nathan was his promise to be gentle and quick.
The time left before dawn was hardly enough for him. And considering she had recently given birth, his restraint was commendable.
As the early morning sun rose, Mila
didn’t drift into sleep from exhaustion but from the passionate intensity of the moment. When she next woke, the evening had already settled in.
Mila felt her stomach growling hungrily, her thighs feeling weak and sore. The aftermath was truly intense. Even after hours of sleep, she still felt drained.
Rising from the bed, she headed to the bathroom for a hot bath, which finally rejuvenated her.
Upon emerging from the bath, Mila found several dishes of food on the coffee table.
Finding herself alone in the room, she walked over and lifted the lids, revealing her favorite dishes. Without hesitation, Mila sat down and began to eat.
After some time, a soft noise caught her attention. Mila glanced toward the door, to see Nathan entering. With a hint of shyness still lingering, she lowered her gaze and continued eating.
The room was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the evening sun filtering through the balcony, lending it a cozy ambiance.
Nathan approached and took a seat beside her and affectionately patted her head. With a doting tone, he commented, “You sure can sleep.” With a bite filled with subtle reproach, Mila responded, “I’m not like you, full of energy. An hour or two of rest doesn’t recharge me.” Sensing a shift in her mood, Nathan leaned closer to read her expression. “Are you upset?”
Setting down her spoon, Mila wiped her mouth delicately with a napkin and took a sip of soup before answering, “I’m not.”
Undeterred, Nathan lifted her onto his lap, the intimate gesture laden with ambiguity. Mila pushed him away nervously. “What are you doing?”
Despite her efforts, he easily held her close. His large hand encircled her slender waist, his brows furrowing as he looked into her eyes. After a moment of scrutiny, he asked, “Why do you look upset?”