Chapter 115: Very Skilled

Grace woke up from a nightmare, feeling her entire body covered in sweat. The breeze from outside the window blew in, like a layer of knives scraping across her skin, coldly piercing to the bone. Grace couldn't help but shiver and tightened her nightgown.

She glanced at the time; it was already late, half past five in the afternoon. In another half hour, her son John would be getting out of school.

Grace looked at her phone and then opened WhatsApp. As she skillfully found Mark, her finger that was about to press the video call button stopped in mid-air.

The reason was simple: perhaps in her heart, the matter of Mark and Dr. Maya would always be a hurdle, one she could never get over.

Seemingly thinking of Mark and Dr. Maya, a complicated look flashed in Grace's eyes, and her thumb, which had been pressing the video call button, slowly lowered.

In the end, she chose not to contact Mark.

According to the time difference, Mark at this time had not yet woken up. He was holding the naked Dr. Maya in his arms, feeling her large breasts pressing against his chest as he fell into a deep sleep.

At that time, Mark was completely focused on Dr. Maya and failed to notice that during the days when Grace returned to her home country, she never initiated contact with him; it was always Mark who reached out to her.

This alone was enough to show that something was amiss with Grace. However... at that time, Mark's eyes were filled with Dr. Maya; when did he ever think of Grace!

Perhaps men are just like this: the woman at home is never as good as the one outside.

Grace, who did not video call Mark, silently wrapped herself tighter in her nightgown, got out of bed, went to the bathroom for a quick shower, and then went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner for John, who would be getting out of school soon.

Since returning from Germany, it seemed that Grace had not left the house. Every day, she either slept or stared blankly into the distance. She would cook meals for her son at set times. Her life was very regular and simple, like the calm after a great storm, or perhaps a return to simplicity after disappointment.

In any case, Grace's focus was now almost entirely on her son John, and she rarely considered anything else.

In her view, both life and her husband had disappointed her and hurt her. The only one who truly cared for her and would risk his life to save her in the most dangerous moments was her son. How could such a contrast not move Grace?

In fact, she failed to notice that, imperceptibly, her life had become filled with her son John.

Over the past few days, there had been no room for Mark. Perhaps Mark's betrayal was an unhealable wound for Grace.

However, she was unaware that her son had become a completely different person, one who was no longer the immature "naive son" he once was. He now had a different set of behaviors behind her back.

As her son entered the house, Grace had finished preparing dinner. As usual, the two of them ate dinner together, chatting and laughing. During the meal, her son even thoughtfully poured her a cup of hot water. Grace drank it without a second thought, feeling grateful.

After washing the dishes, Grace planned to take a bath in the bathroom. But as she walked to the bedroom door, her head suddenly buzzed, and she felt waves of dizziness hitting her. An overwhelming sleepiness surged over her like a tidal wave.

Unable to hold on any longer, Grace gave up on the idea of taking a bath. She pushed open the bedroom door and, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she lost consciousness...

In the room, John had already seen everything through the slightly open door crack. As she entered the room, John slowly opened his bedroom door and quietly approached her bedroom.

Standing about a meter away from the bedroom door, John nervously waited behind the door.

He had no idea if the drug had taken effect yet, so he dared not make any sudden moves. He stood there for a good ten minutes before he finally bit his lip, made up his mind, and took a step forward.

"Mom..." John called out tentatively through the door.

But there was no response from inside the room, just like the night before, it was eerily quiet.

Feeling uneasy, John raised his hand again, knocked on the door, and called out "Mom" once more. The dull knocking sound echoed, and John knew that if Grace had not been asleep, she would definitely have woken up from the noise.

But after a full minute or two of silence from inside the bedroom, it was clear that Grace was indeed asleep!

John, standing at the door, became instantly excited. Like a wolf about to feast on a lamb, he rubbed his hands eagerly, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

He reached out, grasped the doorknob of Grace's bedroom, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open forcefully.

As the door swung open, there she was, in the same familiar spot, on the same familiar bed, lying there under the covers. Although covered, her slender silhouette was still clearly visible, inviting and provocative.

Looking at the familiar figure lying in bed, John's mind was flooded with the images from the night before when he had been on top of her, performing oral sex. He couldn't help but feel a surge of heat throughout his body, his saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth.

He licked his cracked lips, crouched down, and slowly approached Grace. Just like the night before, John could now be considered very skilled at this. He first pulled the covers off Grace, then sat on the edge of the bed and began to unbutton her nightgown.

In no time, the thin layer of nightgown was easily removed from Grace's body, and once again, her pair of fair and plump breasts were exposed before him.

Still the same shape, still in the same place, they stimulated John's mind and filled his vision.

At that moment, it seemed as if his entire world had narrowed down to just the pair of fair and plump breasts before him...