Chapter 23 First Time Making Love
Aria's hand trembled, and the delivery box fell to the ground. The rose inside tumbled out.
She stared blankly down at the rose, her mind going completely blank.
Lucy noticed something was wrong and quickly sent the other employees away.
In a daze, Aria bent down and picked up the rose.
The petals were already wilting, their edges curling.
Based on her experience, in three more hours, this flower would be completely dead.
Aria's first thought was that Sophie was threatening her.
But Sophie's complaint against the studio had just been exposed, so she seemed to have no reason to make such a childish threat.
Soon, an even more chilling thought emerged.
Apart from Summer, only Arthur knew about her pregnancy.
Today at the restaurant, his last words kept echoing in her mind.
That tone and look in his eyes—where was the concern?
It was clearly urging, reminding!
He couldn't wait for her to get rid of this troublesome thing in her belly right away!
This time was just a warning, but if she insisted on keeping this child, what would be waiting for her next?
She pulled at the corners of her mouth, but couldn't manage a smile. Her eyes stung with sourness.
She walked to the sofa by the window and slumped down.
It was already dark outside, the city lights brilliant.
Her body sank into the soft cushions, and a dull aching pain came from her lower abdomen again.
She gently placed her hand over it. Through the fabric, it was still flat and quiet.
Baby... are you really not supposed to exist?
Some memories also surged up in her mind at this moment.
When she first married Arthur, she knew clearly he had no feelings for her, so she never expected his companionship or comfort.
In their large, empty villa, she lived in the master bedroom while Arthur slept in the guest room at the end of the hallway.
Except for necessary occasions when she needed to appear as Mrs. Grant, they had almost no interaction normally.
At the dining table, she would take the initiative to find topics to chat about. When Arthur was in a good mood, he might chat with her for a bit.
In the evenings, he had to deal with many social obligations. After coming home, he would go to the guest room to sleep.
Once the door closed, they were separated into two different worlds.
After marriage, she clearly realized that if her father hadn't fought for this marriage on his deathbed, Arthur would never have given her a second glance.
Until that night.
Arthur came home very late from a social event. She guessed he would be drinking, so she waited at home for him to return.
But after midnight, he still hadn't come home.
She gathered her courage and called him. The background noise was loud music, then the call was abruptly hung up.
She anxiously called back, but couldn't get through at all.
The panic in her heart was about to drown her.
The shooting incident from a few years ago had left a deep shadow in her heart. If it happened again, Arthur could very likely be in danger again.
So without hesitation, she went directly to where he was socializing.
—A famous club in the city center.
Deafening music, blinding lights, the air mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.
Aria was wearing simple home clothes, completely out of place with her surroundings.
Some drunk jerks around her were already whistling at her, flirting.
She endured the discomfort, steeled herself, pushed through the crowd, and found Arthur passed out drunk on a sofa.
His assistant wasn't by his side.
His eyes were closed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, two buttons missing from his shirt, exposing a large expanse of chest.
The table in front of him was covered with empty bottles.
She hurried over and touched his arm. "Arthur?"
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat unfocused, then slowly focused on her face.
Suddenly, his eyes became intent and deep.
"Arthur, let me take you home."
Then, before she could react, he suddenly reached out, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.
Aria's whole body froze.
Her nose bumped against his chest, heavy with the smell of alcohol. Her ear pressed against his heart, hearing its heavy and slightly rapid beating.
The noisy music and voices around them instantly faded away, leaving only this burning embrace.
"Why did you come?" His voice was low and hoarse, his breath hot against her ear.
"The phone wouldn't go through, you kept not coming home, I was a bit worried..."
Arthur didn't continue speaking. His arms tightened even more, his chin resting on top of her head, gently nuzzling.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
That was the first time he had kissed her since their marriage.
The kiss, carrying the smell of alcohol and domineering force, made Aria's heart race wildly. Soon, the kiss became gentle.
His lips were somewhat dry, carefully sucking on the tip of her tongue.
This kiss came too suddenly. Aria didn't even know how to respond.
Her brain went blank, only the temperature and sensation on her lips incredibly clear.
That night, Aria forgot how she left the club.
Arthur took her home and pressed her hard onto the bed.
The bedroom lights weren't on, only moonlight streaming in from outside the window.
Perhaps considering it was her first time, his movements were unusually gentle.
Her top was torn off and thrown to the floor. He lowered his head and sucked on her nipple.
She trembled all over from the intense pleasure, couldn't help moaning, her legs wrapping around his waist.
This action completely pleased him. His rough palm moved down, roughly tearing off her underwear.
His hard penis entered her pussy. She gasped heavily, adapting to his passion.
The bed shook violently.
Her vision went white as she reached her first orgasm in life.
She naively thought that after that night, their relationship would improve somewhat.
But in fact, it didn't.
He remained cold to her. The only difference was that he was now willing to have sex with her.
But she knew very clearly that it was just a man's physical need, nothing more.
She sat on the sofa, the pain in her chest making her almost curl up.
At this moment, she seemed to finally wake up.
Her previous desire to keep the child was perhaps to preserve their only connection.
But now, she didn't need it anymore.
She took out her phone, made a call, her voice hoarse.
"Summer, I've decided to go through with the abortion. Can you come to the hospital and stay with me?"
She told herself in her heart, don't be afraid.
They would be divorced soon. She would be free soon.