"Okay," I casually nodded and shifted my focus to the intimate moment.
In situations like this, it was best not to say too much.
If I said too much, not only would it not make her give up on being with me, but she might even become more determined to be with me, which would trap me in a dilemma.
After all, in front of a young and pretty woman, I undoubtedly would choose her.
Although Mia was not bad, she was someone else's wife, so fundamentally, she was not as pure and clean as Catherine.
And if I kept telling her not to fall in love with me, but I was still intimate with her, I would feel guilty.
The best way was to remain silent and let her figure things out on her own.
After about ten minutes of intimacy, the atmosphere between us wasn't great, and I wasn't in the mood for lovemaking anymore.
As the desire to climax started to build, I gradually reached a strong level of arousal.
This time, the climax came very suddenly, and I didn't even make any preparations.
Afterward, I quickly took a shower under the showerhead and left.
"I'll head back now. Will you be okay dressing and getting into bed by yourself later?" I asked as I got dressed, feeling a bit concerned.
"Yeah, be careful on your way back," she replied.
Just as I left the ward and stepped into the hospital lobby, my phone in my pants pocket started ringing.
I checked and saw it was Scarlett calling. She probably wanted to know if I would come home.
I promptly answered, "Hey, Scarlett, I'm on my way back to the mansion now."
"Got it. I'll heat a cup of milk for you. Drink it before bed, you'll sleep better. Understand?" Scarlett's voice sounded a bit distant, making it hard to gauge her emotions.
"Okay, Scarlett. Is anyone with you?" I intentionally lowered my voice, wary of Ryan overhearing.
"No one is around me now," Scarlett replied.
"Then don't let Ryan know I'll be back at the mansion tonight, so we can..." I left a hint at the end on purpose.
I wanted Scarlett to feel shy and excited about being intimate with me, so that when we made love later, the thrill would grow stronger.
Scarlett hesitated a bit before answering me. "Okay. Be careful on your way back."
I nodded with satisfaction. "Got it, Scarlett. I'll hang up now. Bye."
After ending the call, I quickened my pace on the way home.
The subway had stopped running for the night, and I couldn't find a taxi no matter how hard I tried.
Despite such an awkward situation, I was really looking forward to spending the night with Scarlett, and I felt that the earlier I got back, the longer we would have to be intimate.
Reluctantly, I hastened my steps homeward.
The journey that usually took over twenty minutes was completed in just ten minutes.
As I neared the mansion, I deliberately slowed down, worried that Sophia might still be awake and spot me coming home, which would ruin my plan.
I also feared that Ryan might not be asleep and if he heard any noise outside the mansion and came out to check, then he would see me, and I wouldn't be able to be with Scarlett.
I tiptoed to the mansion's entrance, quietly unlocked the door, slipped inside, and locked it.
The carpet at my feet was for changing shoes, so to avoid suspicion, I took off my shoes and carried them while tip-toeing upstairs.
Light peeked through the crack of the master bedroom door, indicating Ryan was inside.
Approaching my room, I noticed light seeping from underneath the door.
Undoubtedly, Scarlett was in there.
I gently turned the doorknob, only to find it locked.
So, I had to text Scarlett with my phone: [Scarlett, it's me. Open the door.]
After sending the message, I put away my phone and pressed my ear against the door, hearing footsteps getting closer.
The next moment, the door swung open.
Caught off guard, I instinctively leaned forward and stumbled into Scarlett's arms.
My cheek almost touched her chest.
Her breasts were soft and fragrant, seemingly she wasn't wearing a bra!
Looking at Scarlett's face, devoid of emotion but still beautiful, with delicate features, I felt extremely excited and aroused at the thought of being intimate with her soon. My cock was already hard.
As I was about to rush into the room to kiss Scarlett the adjacent door opened.
It was the master bedroom door, and Ryan emerged from inside.
I froze in place, feeling awkward holding my shoes, not knowing whether to put them down or keep holding them.
Stiffening, I turned my neck and forced a smile. "Ryan, why are you out here?"
"I had something to do. Why did you suddenly come back? Weren't you staying at your rental house?" he asked.
"I just came back to change into the new suit I left here today. I didn't want to go to work tomorrow without a suit," I quickly fabricated excuses in my head, running through all possible reasons in those few seconds.
"Why are you carrying your shoes? Aren't you changing them?" Ryan inquired.
"Ugh... I... I thought the floor was too clean! And... I couldn't find my slippers! I was worried about bringing in dirt from outside, so I decided to go barefoot," I continued with my improvised story.
I felt grateful that Scarlett was a clean freak, always cleaning the house every few days, so the floors were never too dirty.
My excuse seemed reasonable enough.
Ryan glanced down at the shiny white tiles.
"Barefoot is fine. Just leave your shoes at the door," he suggested.
"I was worried I wouldn't find them when I left. Forget about me, tell me why you're out here," I deflected.
If he brought up my situation, I wouldn't know how to respond.
"It's nothing. My college mentor passed away suddenly, and I was called to pay my respects. I might not come back tonight," Ryan explained.
His gaze lingered on Scarlett, probably addressing her.
I also looked at Scarlett, curious about her reaction.
"Got it. You go ahead. You won't need breakfast tomorrow, right?" Scarlett asked.
"No, I'll grab something outside," Ryan replied, about to leave but then turned back to me, "Since you're here, why don't you stay at the mansion tonight? It's so late now! I also feel worried about leaving Scarlett alone."