After a long while, Raymond let go of her hand and climbed into bed. Melinda's face turned red again, her mind filled with the image of Raymond's perfect muscles.
"What are you doing?" Melinda exclaimed.
"Sleeping with you, of course!" Raymond replied with a mischievous grin.
She instinctively scooted to the edge of the bed, almost falling off. "You... you go ahead and sleep."
But Raymond wasn't about to let her go. He reached out with his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace.
"Why are you running away? You've seen my body more than once," he said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of dominance.
Melinda's heart raced even faster.
After a moment, Melinda suddenly looked at Raymond and asked, "Did you... did you give me mouth-to-mouth in front of all the guests?"
She recalled the earlier incident, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Yeah," Raymond's raspy voice answered. "Does it bother you?"
"Oh no..." She dreaded the thought of being the talk of the town tomorrow, imagining the headlines.
Raymond suddenly spoke again, his voice tinged with a mix of flirtation and danger. "Seems like you can't sleep. How about we do something else?"
"I... I can sleep!" Melinda quickly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, understanding the implication in Raymond's words.
But her heart beat faster, and memories of her time with Raymond flooded her mind...
"Melinda," Raymond suddenly whispered, "do you know how scared I was when I was trying to save you? I've never felt that way before."
His voice was filled with deep emotion, making Melinda's heart tremble.
The next second, Raymond's kiss came down like a storm, though he didn't go any further. Their bodies pressed together, sharing an inescapable warmth.
Melinda kept her eyes tightly shut, pretending to be asleep, but inside, she was a whirlwind of emotions.
She didn't dare move, afraid that Raymond might lose control again.
In a daze, she eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, Raymond drove Melinda back to her hillside villa.
After lunch, she was sunbathing outside. Since falling into the water yesterday, her ears had been ringing.
Larry called, concerned about her health and suggesting she see a doctor.
Melinda reassured him that she was fine.
In the afternoon, Sam was brought back to the Thomas family by William.
Seeing Sam, Melinda's worries dissipated significantly.
That evening, Raymond called to say he wouldn't be home for dinner.
Melinda breathed a sigh of relief.
Late at night, Raymond quietly approached Sam's room and gently opened the door. His eyes were filled with tenderness.
He saw Melinda lying on the edge of the bed, one hand gently resting on Sam. Their breaths rose and fell in unison.
Raymond paused, finding the scene even more beautiful than he had imagined.
A warm feeling surged in his heart, and a smile crept onto his lips.
He didn't disturb the mother and son, standing at the door for a moment before turning to leave.
As he turned, Melinda's eyelashes fluttered slightly. She hadn't been asleep; she had sensed Raymond's arrival the moment the door opened.
She quickly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, feeling both nervous and expectant.
She could feel Raymond's gaze lingering on her for a moment before he quietly left.
She knew Raymond was always silently caring for her and Sam. Though he didn't say it, his actions made her feel warm and supported.
Back in his room, Raymond couldn't sleep. His mind was filled with images of Melinda and Sam, the warm scene making him feel incredibly content and happy.
On the third night, Raymond entered the brightly lit hall, his eyes involuntarily drawn to Melinda's room. The sound of running water and playful laughter came from the bathroom.
He smiled and walked to the door, pushing it open slightly. In the dim light, Raymond froze.
Melinda was soaking in the bathtub in a seductive pose, covered in bubbles, her hands playing in the water, her face radiating pure, innocent joy.
Her upper body was exposed, her fair skin glistening as bubbles slid off, revealing enticing curves.
Sam suddenly popped up from the water, backstroking towards Melinda.
"Mom, look at me!"
Melinda smiled and nodded, encouraging him, "You're amazing, sweetheart."
As the water cooled, she got up to rinse Sam off and dress him. Sam happily ran out the door.
Raymond quickly hid behind a pillar.
Once Sam was gone, he reopened the door, making a slight noise.
Melinda turned at the sound, looking through the glass door.
A tall figure stood at the door. She widened her eyes, seeing Raymond, feeling a rush of inexplicable panic.
Melinda gasped, and her towel slipped into the water.
She turned her back, not daring to look at him.
Raymond was also stunned, not expecting to see this scene.
His eyes roamed over Melinda, every inch of her filled with temptation.
He wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and take her.
Melinda was mortified.
Covered in bubbles, she was almost completely exposed to Raymond.
She hurriedly reached for the towel but slipped on the wet floor.
Raymond stepped forward, his large hand catching her waist.
Melinda instinctively resisted, but Raymond easily subdued her.
"Raymond!" she cried out in despair, her body going weak, unable to stand.
Raymond lifted her and pressed her against the wall. Before she could react, his lips descended on hers.
His hands roamed over her, touching her soft, delicate skin.
"Raymond! Let me go!" Melinda cried, trying to wriggle free.
Raymond pressed his lips together, gently instructing, "Finish your bath."
Then he turned and left the bathroom, closing the door.
Melinda quickly washed off the bubbles, dressed, and came out.
Raymond was playing with Sam, though his mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of Melinda. He couldn't help but glance at the door, waiting for her to appear.
Finally, Melinda emerged from the kitchen.
Raymond looked at her, his gaze deep and tender. He got up with a mischievous smile, as if to embrace her.
Melinda's heart raced, unsure of what to do.
"Mommy!" Sam called out sweetly, running over to hug her leg.
"Come on, let's eat!" Melinda said, looking down, avoiding Raymond's eyes.
She held Sam's hand and walked to the table, her heart filled with a mix of sweetness and nervousness.