Chapter 192 Bug Bite
"Daddy, I'm sorry!" Ethan quickly set down his glass, his little hands frantically wiping at Charles's shirt.
Charles was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly. "It's okay, Daddy will just go change shirts."
He stood up and said to Emily, "I'll go to the lounge. Keep the kids company while they eat."
Emily nodded, taking out tissues to wipe the water droplets from Charles's face, whispering, "Come back quickly."
Charles walked into the private lounge attached to their dining room and casually removed his shirt. Just as he was about to grab a spare shirt, the door was gently pushed open. Ethan and Emma poked their heads in curiously, wanting to peek inside.
"Daddy, are you done changing?" Emma's voice was soft and sweet.
Charles was about to tell them to go out, but he forgot he wasn't wearing a shirt yet. When he turned around, the love marks on his chest and neck were fully exposed to the children's view. These were the passionate marks left from last night's intimate moments with Emily at the hot spring resort, still showing a faint pink hue.
Ethan's eyes immediately lit up, pointing at Charles's chest and asking curiously, "Daddy, why do you have red marks on your body? Did a bug bite you?"
He loved playing outdoors and was always getting bitten by mosquitoes or other insects, which would leave red, itchy bumps.
Emma also leaned in for a closer look, gently touching Charles's arm with her little hand and saying softly, "Daddy, does it hurt? Should we ask Mommy to put some cream on it for you?"
Charles's cheeks instantly flushed with heat. He quickly grabbed the spare shirt and pulled it on, mumbling, "It's nothing, it wasn't a bug bite. It'll go away in a few days."
There was absolutely no way he could explain to the children that these were marks left from intimate moments with their mother.
Just then, Emily walked in, hearing the children's words and seeing Charles frantically putting on his shirt. She immediately understood what was happening, her own cheeks turning red.
She quickly stepped forward, pulling the two children toward the door. "Alright, Daddy needs to change clothes. Let's go wait for him outside, okay? Mommy will peel some shrimp for you."
"But Mommy, what are those marks on Daddy's body really?" Ethan persisted with his questions.
Emily could only redirect his attention, "When Daddy comes out, you can ask him, okay? Mommy doesn't know either."
With that, she quickly led the children out of the lounge, leaving Charles inside feeling both amused and helpless.
These two kids had incredibly sharp observation skills.
When Charles finished changing and came out, the children still wanted to ask about the red marks, but Emily distracted them with foie gras, finally ending the awkward topic.
After dinner, Charles drove the family home.
When they arrived, Jasper had already returned from school. Ethan immediately burst with the desire to share, whispering to Jasper, "Jasper, Daddy has red spots on his body, but they're not bug bites, and Mommy won't say what they are. Do you know?"
Jasper frowned and thought seriously. "I don't know. Maybe Daddy accidentally bumped into something at work?"
"But Daddy said it wasn't from bumping into anything, and that it would go away in a few days," Ethan whispered.
Now Jasper was curious too, determined to figure out what the marks on Charles's body were. He pulled Ethan into his room, opened his tablet, and began searching seriously.
The screen immediately showed many results, including one about love marks left during intimate moments between couples, complete with pictures.
Looking at the images and remembering how Daddy and Mommy were always affectionate with each other, Jasper instantly understood. He quickly closed the page and said seriously to Ethan, "Okay, I know what it is now."
"What is it?" Ethan leaned in, asking curiously.
Jasper coughed and, imitating Charles's tone, said matter-of-factly, "This is grown-up business. We kids don't need to know about it or ask about it, understand? If Daddy and Mommy found out we were looking this up, they'd be upset."
Ethan nodded, somewhat confused, but still whispered, "So did Daddy and Mommy have a fight, and Mommy pinched Daddy and left those marks?"
He remembered seeing people fighting on TV and getting red marks.
Jasper shook his head helplessly. "No, they didn't fight. It's... It's a sign that Daddy and Mommy have a good relationship."
He really couldn't explain it any clearer to Ethan, so this was the best he could do.
"Having a good relationship leaves marks?" Ethan still didn't understand.
Jasper nodded. "So we won't ask Daddy and Mommy about this anymore, okay? It's their secret."
Although Ethan was still curious, seeing Jasper's serious expression, he obediently nodded. "Okay, I won't tell Emma either, and I won't ask Daddy and Mommy about it."
Just then, Emily walked in carrying glasses of milk. "What secret are you talking about? Come drink your milk, then it's time for bed."
Jasper quickly shut the tablet and pulled Ethan to stand up, accepting the milk. "Ethan was saying he'll be good during filming tomorrow and won't cause trouble for Daddy and Mommy."
Emily smiled and nodded, stroking both children's heads. "Such good kids. Drink up your milk."
She was secretly amused. These two children knew not to cause trouble for Daddy and Mommy.
Watching the three children holding their milk glasses and sipping quietly, Emily's heart filled with tenderness. After seeing them settled in bed, she turned and walked back to her own bedroom.
As soon as she reached the bedroom, she saw Charles leaning against the headboard, his gaze burning as it fixed on her.
He casually tossed his book aside, his Adam's apple unconsciously bobbing—a subtle movement Emily knew all too well.
"Are the kids all asleep?" Charles's voice was husky as he reached out and pulled Emily onto his lap. The moment she sat down, she felt the heat and hardness of a certain part of his body, her ears instantly burning.
His chin rested against the top of her head, his burning breath spilling against her ear. "Did they figure out which little bug bit me and left those red marks?"
Emily struggled to get up from his lap, but Charles held her firmly in place, his palm pressed against her waist, the stroking pressure growing stronger. "Don't move."
His low voice was full of suppressed desire, and the changes in his body became increasingly obvious.
Emily was both embarrassed and annoyed, pushing against his chest. "Charles! Can't you show some adult self-control?"
Charles caught her wrists, his burning lips trailing down along her neck. "Around you, I lost my sanity long ago. Ever since I've tasted you, I want you every moment of every day."
He suddenly lifted her up horizontally and strode toward the bed. "Emily, you have to take responsibility for me. You're the one who made me like this."
Emily found herself pressed down on the bed, looking at the desire burning in his eyes, feeling both irritated and amused.
When they first met, Charles had been such a cool, dignified business elite. Now he was like a perpetually hungry wolf who could never get enough. But when his kiss landed on her lips, all her complaints melted into responsive sighs.