Chapter 125 You Suddenly Can't Do It?

Chapter 125 You Suddenly Can't Do It?

Sliding over her neck, collarbone, chest...

Charles's fingers stopped at Olivia's chest and went no further.

He remembered the argument they'd had when they came out of the supermarket.

Olivia clearly didn't like doing this with him all the time. All those previous times, she just hadn't resisted.

But every single time, deep down, she was unwilling.

He knew it.

He wanted to live a good life with her from now on. He didn't want any more unpleasantness between them.

With this thought, Charles forced down his body's desire for Olivia, moved his fingers away from her, and made himself look away, planning to turn back to cooking.

Charles didn't actually turn around, because Olivia grabbed his fingers that were about to leave.

He looked at her in confusion, not quite understanding what she meant.

Olivia tilted her head, looking at him provocatively, and pressed his hand back on her body. "You don't want to fuck me anymore? Or..."

Her gaze fell between his legs. "Did you suddenly become impotent?"

Charles was already very interested in her body, and now, hearing her provocative words, the desire he'd been suppressing surged back up many times over.

Before he could think about the reason, he pulled Olivia into his arms and kissed her fiercely.

Charles wasn't a good person—not in how he did things, and not in bed either.

Before, the two of them had tried it in many places besides the bed—the balcony, bay window, sofa, piano, car, and so on—but they'd never tried it in the kitchen.

This time, Charles didn't move locations. He stripped off Olivia's clothes right there in the kitchen and entered her body impatiently.

His movements were too rough. Olivia was pushed backward uncontrollably and almost fell to the ground.

Charles pulled her back, holding her body tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder as he groaned.

Maybe because it was the first time in the kitchen, or maybe because it was the first time Olivia had been so proactive, Charles was very excited. The two of them stayed in the kitchen, going at it from noon until evening.

Olivia really couldn't stand it anymore. Her body kept going limp. Charles hooked his hands under her legs, and maintaining their joined position, he walked from the kitchen all the way to the second-floor bedroom.

Once placed on the big bed, Olivia was so tired she closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep right away.

But Charles still didn't let her go.

He stood by the bed, grabbed her ankles, and placed them on his shoulders, and kept going for another hour before finally letting her be.

When it was all over, Olivia had completely passed out.

Looking at her exhausted face, Charles smiled and reached out to stroke her cheek. "You actually dared to provoke me. Now you know what I'm capable of, right?"

Olivia gave him no answer, sleeping deeply.

Charles didn't care about getting an answer. Olivia's current state was already the best answer.

He sat by the bed, watching Olivia with a pleased expression for a while, then bent down to pick her up. He placed her in a bathtub filled with warm water to bathe her, then changed her into pajamas.

Throughout all this, Olivia remained unconscious, not opening her eyes even once.

When Olivia woke up again, it was already the middle of the night.

She woke up from hunger.

She hadn't eaten much in the morning, and at noon, when she was hungry, Charles had promised to cook for her, but before the food was ready, they...

After being worn out for most of the day, her energy was seriously depleted.

Now her stomach felt terrible, as if she hadn't eaten for three days.

Olivia moved Charles's arm off her waist and forced herself to sit up in bed.

Charles's voice sounded the next second. "Awake?"

He sat up too.

Olivia's heart sank.

She knew Charles was a light sleeper who woke easily at the slightest disturbance, but she hadn't expected that even after being worn out for most of the day, and in the middle of the night, he would still be so alert.

With someone like him, could she really escape from his side successfully?

Charles wrapped one arm around her slim waist and gently tucked her long hair behind her ear with the other hand, his voice so gentle it seemed water could be squeezed from it. "Hungry?"

Olivia suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and nodded.

"You keep sleeping. I'll get up and eat something."

With that, she tried to get out of bed.

But as soon as she moved, she immediately collapsed back on the bed from the soreness all over her body.

Charles couldn't help but laugh softly.

Olivia got annoyed and kicked at him. "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? If it weren't for you, how would I..."

She couldn't understand why, when they were both people doing the same thing, and he was the one doing most of the work, she was always the one without strength while Charles was full of energy, as if he'd taken some kind of tonic.

What she understood even less was that in this matter, Charles's stamina was clearly getting better and better, while she...

Why did she seem to be getting less and less able to handle it?

Charles was unusually good-tempered. He smiled and held her ankle, lowering his head to place a kiss on her delicate toes.

"Don't... It's dirty."

Olivia frowned and tried to pull her foot back.

But Charles didn't let go. He held her ankle and kissed her toes several times before looking up at her with a mischievous smile.

"How could it be? I've kissed every part of your body. I don't find any place dirty."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at her meaningfully. "It smells wonderful, actually."

Olivia couldn't stand Charles when he was like this.

She forcefully pulled her foot back and crawled off the bed using both hands and feet.

Just as she was about to put on her shoes, Charles pulled her back again.

Olivia was getting irritated. "Charles, stop it. I'm starving to death."

"I know."

Charles's voice remained calm, without any sign of anger.

He got out of bed and pressed Olivia back onto it. Before she could get angry, he spoke gently. "Even if you really are starving to death, do you have the strength to get out of bed right now?"

He raised his hand to smooth out Olivia's furrowed brow. "I'm not trying to starve you. Just lie here nicely, and I'll bring you food."

Under Olivia's surprised gaze, Charles put on his pajamas, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

In that moment, Olivia felt briefly dazed, as if the person with her now wasn't Charles, but David.

Only David would treat her so gently.

Charles came back quickly.

He was holding a bowl of warm porridge.

"You've been hungry for too long. Other things aren't easy to digest. Have some porridge first. There are dishes you like in the kitchen. After you finish the porridge, I'll go get them for you. Otherwise, if you smell the food, you'll just want to eat that and won't have an appetite for porridge anymore."

He placed the bowl on the nightstand and, while talking, helped Olivia sit up against the headboard. Then he picked up the porridge, scooped up a spoonful, tested the temperature, and brought it to her lips.