Chapter 15 Don't You See How Loudly You Were
Adalyn pushed him away. "It was okay."
Reuben protested, "Just okay? Did you hear how loud you were screaming just now?"
Adalyn snorted. She was just playing along with him.
That move he just used—she'd already experienced it with her ex-boyfriend before last. She had 8 ex-boyfriends, after all.
This Reuben came from a small town, conservative to his core. No matter what tricks he tried, he couldn't really spice things up.
She sat up against the headboard and reached for a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. Just as she was about to light one, she turned and saw Reuben's unhappy face, so she put the cigarette down.
These days, women smoking wasn't a big deal, but Reuben couldn't accept it.
She picked up her phone to check messages and saw one from Irene. Her heart skipped a beat.
Now upset, Adalyn didn't care whether Reuben was happy or not. She tossed her phone in front of him and pulled out a cigarette to light.
"What's wrong?" Reuben asked.
"See for yourself. Matilda bought a car."
Reuben picked up the phone and glanced at the car. "No license plate yet. Maybe he borrowed it?"
Adalyn rolled her eyes at him. Such an obvious thing, and he was still in denial.
Reuben protested, "No, but what does Matilda's boyfriend buying a car have to do with us? It's not like we don't have a car. We've got a BMW X5."
Adalyn said, "I don't know why, but I just feel uncomfortable about it."
Reuben pulled her close, resting his head against her neck. "Baby, you're worried I won't amount to anything, right? I will. I'm going for advanced training soon, and when my professional title goes up another level, forget Range Rover—we could even get a Maserati."
Adalyn smiled. She put out her cigarette and said, "Well, you better step it up, or I might just leave anytime."
……
Wentworth parked the Range Rover in the underground garage of the apartment complex.
He turned to look at Matilda beside him.
She still seemed down. Tired, she rested her head against the seat, her long lashes lowered, her lips moving slightly from time to time, lost in thought.
"Matty, we're here," Wentworth reminded her.
Matilda snapped back to attention.
She had to admit, this car was really comfortable. The seats were soft, the interior had that nice leather smell, and Wentworth drove so smoothly that she'd actually fallen asleep.
"Okay, we're here," she said drowsily, wiping the corner of her mouth.
This adorable, dazed look made Wentworth's heart flutter.
He'd never felt like this before—so wanting to protect someone.
"Matty, this is our parking spot. Remember it."
"Okay. You bought a parking spot too?"
"When I bought the apartment, the developer threw it in." Wentworth didn't dare mention money again.
She wanted to give him $50,000—if he brought up money again, it would just add to her psychological burden.
"You can drive this car to work tomorrow," Wentworth added.
Matilda looked at the car—so tall and big. She didn't dare drive it.
If she could, she'd want to buy a Mini Cooper. That car was cute and compact, probably easier to handle.
"I haven't driven since I got my license," Matilda said awkwardly.
"No problem. When you have time, I'll take you out for a few practice runs."
"Okay." Matilda smiled at him.
It was just a polite smile, but Wentworth's heart bloomed like a flower.
……
Back home, Matilda changed her shoes in the entryway.
As she changed, she watched Wentworth's broad shoulders and back, then remembered Charles mentioning Wentworth's insomnia problem.
Wentworth's body only produced different hormones after physical contact with her.
They hadn't had any physical contact today, right? If that was the case, would he have trouble sleeping tonight?
A goodnight hug?
She felt too shy to initiate it.
After thinking, she said, "Wentworth, can you teach me some more combat training tonight?"
Wentworth paused. "Practice more this late?"
"Yes, to reinforce what I learned. Otherwise I'm afraid I'll forget over time."
"Alright." Wentworth appreciated people with strong will and determination.
If they were in the military, he wouldn't mind training them more either.
They both changed clothes and went to the small room.
Combat training didn't require physical contact for now—Wentworth just needed to demonstrate, and Matilda would follow along.
She was such a quick learner that usually one demonstration was enough for her to get it.
So even after she practiced until exhausted, there still hadn't been any opportunity for physical contact.
She wiped her sweat and made a second request. "Wentworth, how about we review the self-defense moves you taught me last time?"
"Sure!" Wentworth agreed readily.
This time, there was much more physical contact.
She deliberately brushed against him several times, taking opportunities to touch him.
A woman's heart is like spring—one moment cold wind and harsh rain, the next warm sun and gentle breeze. You can never guess what will happen in the next minute.
When they were practicing the scenario of being tackled by a thug, Matilda somehow didn't struggle, and he used slightly more force than intended. Unprepared, he ended up falling right on top of her.
Now they were completely pressed together!
Wentworth looked down at her.
She stared back at him, dazed.
The intimate atmosphere boiled like the heat rising from their bodies.
Wentworth felt the softness of the woman beneath him. Her face was flushed from exercise, her large eyes watery, her nose small and pert, her lips slightly parted—tempting him to bite them.
And Matilda felt his body's reaction too.
She thought, having gotten to this point, he should definitely sleep well tonight, right?
"Wentworth," she spoke first.
"What?"
"You're heavy."
Wentworth fell silent.
He moved off her.
Matilda quickly got up. "Let's stop here for today. I'm tired and want to sleep."
"Okay." Wentworth certainly wouldn't push her.
Matilda left without hesitation. Wentworth sat in the small room for a while longer.
Seeing his phone screen light up, he picked it up and opened it.
It was from Charles: [How was today? Getting along well with Matty?]
Wentworth replied: [Women's hearts are hard to understand.]
Charles: [Women need to be left alone sometimes. Don't always stick to her—she'll find you annoying after a while.]
Wentworth seemed to understand something more.
……
The next day.
Matilda woke up a bit late.
After practicing combat and self-defense last night, her whole body ached today.
She hurried to get up, expecting to find breakfast that Wentworth had bought like usual.
But there was no breakfast outside. Wentworth's bedroom door was tightly closed—he apparently hadn't gotten up yet.
See? He usually bought breakfast early because he hadn't slept well.
After last night, he must have slept well, so naturally he didn't buy breakfast.
She quickly headed out, still riding her scooter.
The Range Rover was too imposing—she didn't dare drive it on the road.