Chapter 11: The First Woman to Domesticate Him

The test scores were in, and Livia's students had performed exceptionally well. Livia, as their teacher, couldn't hide the pride she felt.

The other teachers walked into the office and joked with her, "Livia, you're amazing."

"Thank you," Livia said with a smile.

The teachers all laughed together.

Having promised her students a reward for good performance, Livia took the score report to the principal's office.

Half an hour later, Livia emerged from the principal's office, smiling as she headed toward Class A, where she bumped into Luke standing there.

"You actually went through with the application?" Luke frowned.

"Is there a problem?" Livia asked.

"You'll regret it," Luke said with a deep breath before heading back to the classroom.

Livia was puzzled.

Because Valentia had previously studied there, the leadership had decided to invite her back to the school to inspire and encourage the students.

The news was more thrilling to them than going to pick someone up at the airport.

Livia had kept her word.

After her last class, Livia approached Luke’s desk. “Care to join me for a late-night bite?”

Luke glanced at her. “Pizza?”

“Barbecue.”

Luke raised his eyebrows. “I could go for that.”

Livia rolled her eyes silently and walked away.

At the restaurant, Livia ordered a meal combo and told Luke to pick whatever he wanted.

“Can we drink?” Luke inquired, only to be met with a look of disapproval from Livia.

Luke grimaced. "Boring."

Livia handed him a bottle of juice.

“You’re always on my case,” Luke said. “Think you can handle Angelo?”

Livia gave him a stern look.

Out of curiosity, Luke watched her. “How long have you two been talking? Did he mention anything about marrying you?”

“Why do you ask so many questions?” Livia found Luke’s lack of respect annoying.

“Just wondering if you can land Angelo.” Luke chewed his barbecued meat thoughtfully. “But seems like you're the first woman to domesticate him and get him to move in with you.”

Livia was offended by the remark. “He came because he wanted to.”

“You’ve got skills, then.” Luke gave her a thumbs-up. “Keep it up, reel him in, and train him well. Then my mom won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Looking at the meat on her plate, Livia felt disheartened. There were things she wanted to ask Luke, but she was too embarrassed to voice them.

If Angelo found out, it would be so embarrassing.

After the late-night meal, Luke responsibly escorted Livia home.

Suddenly, Luke said very seriously, “From now on, if you work late, you should have Angelo pick you up.”

“Hmm?”

“Haven’t you noticed someone’s been watching you with bad intentions?” Luke gave her a reproachful look. “Don’t you realize you’re pretty?”

Livia laughed.

Luke dropped her off at her building’s entrance. “Call me if you need anything.”

Livia paused. “Call you?”

“Who else? That unreliable Angelo?” Luke pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Livia’s phone rang.

“Now you have my number. Keep it safe,” Luke said coolly, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I’m off.”

Livia was a bit dazed.

Upon opening the door, Livia saw a pair of men’s leather shoes at the entrance, and her mood instantly lifted.

After placing her purse down carefully, she tiptoed to the bedroom door. Seeing the man on the bed, she pursed her lips, crept to the side of the bed, then lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped in.

Angelo opened his eyes languidly and saw it was her. With a long stretch, he brought her into his embrace.

Livia lay on top of him, listening to his heartbeat. "When did you get back?"

"Seven o'clock."

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

Noticing his eyes were still closed and his face bore a look of exhaustion, Livia didn't have the heart to bother him.

"I'll go make you something to eat," she said, preparing to lift herself off him.

Angelo wrapped his arms around her back, holding her tight. "Don't go."

"How can you sleep like this?" Livia’s chin rested on his chest, her hand already caressing his abs. "You said you'd be back in a week. It's been over ten days already."

Angelo opened his eyes to see her looking energetic. "Missed me?"

Livia blushed slightly. Her hand wandered lower, and at the sound of a stifled moan, she knew sleep had completely left him.

"It's you who missed it."

"A man's thoughts and physical reactions can be separate," Angelo rolled over, pinning her beneath him and taking the lead. "But seeing as you can't wait, I suppose I can indulge you."

A thrill went through Livia. Pleasure began to course through her nerves even before anything had started.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said, gently pushing him.

Angelo kissed her. "I don't mind."

Livia insisted that Angelo couldn't out-stubborn her, and lifting the blankets, he carried her to the bathroom.

Soon, jubilant sounds echoed from the bathroom.

Over an hour later, Angelo, full of confidence, carried a spent Livia out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed. Bending over her flushed and charming face, his voice was slightly hoarse and magnetic. "Satisfied?"

Livia’s lips were swollen from kisses, and she shyly avoided his intense gaze.

Angelo leaned down, playfully pinching her chin. "One more time?"

Livia's heart raced with anticipation. Before she could speak, she was flipped on top and pressed close against him.

Her face flushed crimson.

Angelo's look was too intense. His gaze seemed to burn wherever it fell. Livia’s face and ears turned red. She couldn't stand his intense eyes.

Under his watchful eye, she hurriedly lay down. "Turn off the light."

"Don't you think it's more exciting with the lights on?" Angelo refused to turn them off, nibbling on her ear. "I like watching you."

Livia buried her face in his chest, too shy to look up.

But Angelo's hands, supporting her waist, had an obvious intention.

The atmosphere was at its peak, the bashfulness completely submerged by desire, and Livia began to arch her body in sync with him.

The persistent buzz of a vibrating noise became impossible to ignore. Livia, gasping for air, said, "Your phone."

Angelo didn't want to pay attention, but the phone kept ringing incessantly.

Livia lay back on top of him, ready to resume where they left off.

Angelo grabbed his phone, glanced at the incoming call number that wasn't saved in his contacts, and answered it. Pressing the device against his ear whilst still caressing the tender skin of Livia's back, he said, "Hello, who's this?"

His voice was a bit tired and huskier than usual, which unexpectedly added a sexy edge to it.