Chapter 113: Granting His Wish

Today's Luna is too tempting.

"And sexy..." he murmured.

"Is that so?" she asked, one arm wrapping around his neck and the other sliding around his chest, gently fiddling with his tie.

"Mhm, yes," he replied, his hand slowly sliding up her thigh.

Luna let out a soft hum.

She tilted her chin up slightly.

Her brows furrowed, and her body tensed.

Theodore lowered his head, kissing her neck, then moved down slowly.

Her fingers instinctively clenched his hair.

"So sweet," he said.

Luna's face flushed.

"Is there also sweet?" he teased, his hand moving between her thighs.

Fuming, she yanked his hair even harder.

He sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

He lifted his head to stare at her.

Luna looked at him with a smirk.

"You really are ruthless," he whispered.

She chuckled.

"Darling, pinch somewhere else, I like it," he said while taking her hand and guiding it lower on his body.

Luna's hand trembled as she tried to pull away, but he held it firmly.

He leaned close, his voice low and husky. "Darling, please."

She aimed for the most vulnerable spot on his body and pinched hard.

"Ugh..." Theodore groaned in pain and released her hand.

"Darling, come make it hurt more," he spoke, collapsing backward onto the sofa.

Luna frowned as she looked at the man before her.

Could this guy possibly be a masochist?

Enjoy being tormented?

"Alright." She nodded.

If that's what he wants, I'll grant it.

She straddled him, sitting directly on top.

He lay back on the sofa, his chest heaving. His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes locked onto hers, filled with desire.

"Want more pain, huh?" she asked, pressing her hand against his chest and lightly grazing his skin with her nails.

Theodore sucked in a breath and nodded, his hands reaching for her waist.

"Don't move." She slapped his hands away. "I'm in charge today."

He smiled and pulled his hands back to rest beside his head.

Her hand slid down his chest, her fingertips tracing downward, and reached the spot she had pinched earlier.

It was already slightly swollen, faintly warm to the touch.

He groaned, his body thrusting upward instinctively and his hips lifting off the sofa.

"Don't rush," Luna murmured, slowing her movements.

His hands clenched the edge of the sofa.

The veins in his neck bulged.

"Darling..." he moaned, his voice hoarse. "Don't tease me...please..."

A strange sensation welled up inside her.

She leaned down and bit his jaw as she sped up the movement.

Theodore jerked his head back, arching his neck, and a stifled growl escaped his throat.

His hands finally released the sofa and clutched her waist instead.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"Yes..." His voice trembled. "It hurts so much..."

His brow furrowed in pain, yet his mouth parted slightly in pleasure.

Her hands moved faster as his body shook harder.

"Darling...oh my..." he cried out, his voice hoarse. "Nice... Luna..."

The fire within her burned ever brighter.

Her hands quickened the rhythm, pouring every ounce of strength into the motion.

"Ah—" he cried out, his entire body arching before convulsing violently.

Finally, he collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for breath.

Sweat streamed down his skin, soaking a patch of the sofa.

Panting, she watched him as her chest heaved.

Theodore took a long moment to catch his breath.

As his chest settled, he slowly raised his hand, grasped her wrist, and pulled her fingers to his lips.

"I can't forget forever," he said hoarsely as he kissed her fingers.

Luna's heart lurched as she looked at him.

Blushing, she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his.

Their bodies merged once more.

The scandal surrounding the Garcia family escalated rapidly.

The Garcias scrambled desperately to contain the damage, but it was insignificant.

Not a single member of the Garcia family had closed their eyes all night.

Silas sighed, whose hair had noticeably grayed on both sides.

"Is Isabella carrying Noah's child?" he asked, looking at Jasper.

"Yes." Jasper nodded.

Silas closed his eyes and fell into silence.

"Bring Isabella back. Have her marry Noah," he said.

"All right." Jasper nodded and called Isabella back.

Isabella was terrified, though she returned.

The moment Silas saw her, the rage he'd bottled up all night erupted.

He lunged forward, ready to strike her.

"Ah..." Isabella screamed in terror and stumbled backward several steps.

Jasper rushed forward and grabbed Silas's arm.

"Dad, calm down! Things are already this way. Even if you kill Isabella, it won't change anything," he shouted. "Isabella is pregnant."

Silas stopped, glaring at her.

"Dad, I'm sorry..." Isabella's voice trembled, her eyes reddened.

She hadn't expected things to escalate to this point.

Silas stared at her, regretting bringing her into this world.

"Honey, please calm down." Marie approached, trying to soothe him.

Silas whipped his head around, glaring viciously at Marie.

He never expected that his wife would dare to keep a lover on the side.

Who gave her the nerve?

Couldn't I satisfy her?

Fine.

Forget it.

Once this crisis passed, I'd settle these with her.

"You may marry Noah," Silas said coldly. "If you disobey me or cause any trouble, I won't let you off lightly, Isabella."

"Understood," Isabella murmured, her head bowed.

"Keep a close eye on Noah. Push him." Silas turned to Jasper.

"Understood." Jasper nodded.