Chapter 185 How could she be like this?
In the master bedroom.
Nicholas picked her up easily, as if she were made of feathers, and carried her to the king-size bed, laying her gently on the silk sheets.
He leaned over, resting his hands on the mattress beside her head, and kissed her on the lips. A soft goodnight kiss.
“Sleep.”
“What about you?” Caroline blinked, fighting the weight of her eyelids. “Are you going out?”
“I have an unavoidable appointment this afternoon.” Nicholas sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the comforter up to cover her carefully. “I need to be gone for a few hours.” But I've cleared my schedule for tonight, so I'll be back for dinner and to be with you.
He caressed her face.
“I'll be back as soon as I can.”
His deep eyes seemed to contain an entire galaxy of dark stars. It was too intense.
His gaze was so gentle, so full of devotion, that Caroline felt her heart melt.
She felt a comforting warmth spread through her chest as she listened to his promise.
She smiled sleepily.
“Hmm. Then... I'll wait for you at home.”
Her last words were a soft, light whisper. So soft that they were almost lost in the air conditioning in the room.
But Nicholas always had perfect hearing when it came to her.
His eyes sparkled, darkening a shade, while his lips curved into a satisfied, predatory smile.
“Hmm. My dear, wait for me at home.” He took her hand, intertwining their fingers. “When you wake up, your husband will be back.”
He brought her hand to his lips.
The girl's fingers were thin, delicate, and soft. Nicholas couldn't resist. He kissed the tip of each finger, lingering, then moved up to the back of her hand, her wrist, and finally back to her lips.
The kiss changed.
The passion he had been trying to contain began to surge like an uncontrollable tide.
How could she be like this? he thought, fascinated.
She was soft all over. Sweet. Addictive.
He felt an overwhelming desire to never leave that room. He wanted to devour her whole, right there.
“Nicholas... I'm sleepy...”
Caroline felt her fingers tingle. Every place he had kissed seemed to be on fire.
The man's breath against her palm burned with an intensity that frightened her.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. Radiant. Passionate. Hungry.
The alarm bells rang in her head. Quickly, she withdrew her hands and snuggled under the blanket, pulling it up to her chin.
She knew that look.
It seemed like something “dangerous” would happen if he continued kissing her.
But at the same time, she wasn't that afraid. She had her “invincible shield”: she was still on her period. He couldn't do anything complete with her.
The problem was... he would certainly be uncomfortable.
And if he felt uncomfortable and frustrated... he might ask her to use her hand again.
Caroline shuddered. She could already feel the phantom pain in her wrist and fingers as she remembered the marathon from last time. God forbid, she thought. It's too much work.
Nicholas took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes to regain control. His breathing was still heavy and ragged.
It took a while, sitting in silence, fighting an internal battle of willpower, before that initial wave of lust dissipated enough for him to get up.
When he looked at her again, Caroline could see small beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
“Sleep,” he said, his voice hoarse and drawn out. “I'll only leave when you fall asleep.”
Caroline pulled the blanket up a little higher, covering half her face, leaving only her eyes exposed.
She glanced furtively at his pants.
It was already... obvious.
Very obvious.
Caroline blushed immediately and asked, her voice muffled by the fabric, “A-Are you... feeling very uncomfortable right now?”
Nicholas caught her looking at the “problem.”
He gave her a provocative smile, without any shame. When he spoke again, his voice was a dangerous whisper.
“Hmm. It's very uncomfortable. It hurts.”
He leaned closer to her. “Sweetheart, do you want to help me solve this?”
Caroline immediately pulled the blanket over her head, turning herself into a cocoon, and shouted from inside, “I'm so sleepy! I'm already asleep! Snore! Snore!”
Seeing how embarrassed and cute she was, the man let out a low laugh.
The wave of burning passion was still present, pulsing through his veins.
As he watched the outline of her figure under the blanket, he felt even more heat.
Hide as much as you want, Nicholas thought, his eyes fixed on the curve of her body under the comforter.
Only a few days left until her cycle ends.
Then I'll collect all of this with interest.
When the time comes, Mrs. Wolf, it won't do any good to cry or beg for mercy.
Nicholas waited patiently by the bed until Caroline's breathing became rhythmic and deep.
Only after ensuring she was fast asleep did he get up. The tenderness in his eyes disappeared the moment he crossed the bedroom door, replaced by an impenetrable coldness.
The afternoon appointment was at a private golf club, the stronghold of the business elite.
When the motorcade arrived, the executive team of Sedenho Enterprises was already lined up at the entrance, waiting anxiously.
The door of the black Rolls-Royce Phantom was opened by a security guard.
First, a polished Italian leather shoe touched the ground. Then a tall, young man with a magnetic presence stepped out of the vehicle.
The moment he straightened up and buttoned his jacket, the air around him seemed to change. Everyone's attention was sucked in by him like a black hole.
“Director Sedenho,” Bratt announced professionally, gesturing to his boss. “This is President Wolf.”
The older man, who was at the front of the welcoming group, assessed Nicholas with a clinical gaze.
Director Sedenho, a real estate mogul in his fifties, was an “old fox” in the business world. He had built his empire from scratch and was usually the one who received reverent glances wherever he went.
He extended his hand, flashing a diplomatic smile, but with a touch of paternalistic superiority.
“So this is the newly appointed President of Wolf Corporation.” Sedenho shook Nicholas's hand. “I've heard a lot about you, but I didn't expect you to be so young. You have... potential.”