Chapter 65 I Need to Comfort My Wife Properly
About half an hour later, everyone said goodbye before leaving.
The office fell into silence.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Emma flinched under Liam’s stare.
“You surprised me today,” he said, pinching her nose.
“You also surprised me today.”
Emma slid the open page on her phone onto the desk, as if beginning an interrogation.
The phone displayed the profile:
President of the Vexel Group
28 years old
Owner of Vexel Apparel, Vexel Autonomy Automotive, and Vexel Technologies
Blue Ridge Manor was merely a minor project among his numerous ventures.
Feeling exposed, Liam chuckled.
“You already know.”
“If I hadn’t looked into it, would you have kept hiding this from me? Huh?”
“Why are you in the apparel business?”
“Aren’t your other companies profitable?”
Leaning closer, he braced his hands on either side of the office chair, trapping her between the seat and himself.
Emma gasped and leaned back against the chair.
His scorching breath descended upon her.
“For you,” he said earnestly.
Emma swallowed hard as tension washed over her.
For me?
“Actually, I…”
She desperately wanted to confess that she was the muse.
But his kiss swallowed her words.
The scent of hormones overwhelmed her, trapping her between his body and the chair.
His kiss was fierce, stealing her breath and balance.
An intense desire stirred within her as the kiss deepened.
His arm muscles tensed as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer with force.
Her head was forced back as their breaths mingled.
“I’m on my period…” she murmured.
“…”
His breath came in heavy gasps as his fingertips traced her soft lips.
“It’s okay. You can help me in another way…” His voice was hoarse.
What’s he trying to do?
Absolutely not!
“No…” She shook her head.
“Please…” He swallowed hard.
“Bastard!” she muttered.
Ignoring her, his hand captured hers and guided it downward.
She jerked her hand back, but he held it tight again.
“Just with your hand,” he said, his breath scorching. “Help me… quickly.”
She could sense its hardness. Each friction sent tingles through her fingers; her ears burned fiercely. His heavy breathing and muffled groans filled the air, thick with slick, heated intimacy.
He guided her movements, shifting the pace from fast to slow.
Soon, Emma’s wrists grew sore, and she was desperate for it to end.
After a burst of rapid gasps, he stiffened, then exhaled.
He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing steadily.
Emma pulled her hand away, her fingers clinging to a sticky residue.
She pulled back the covers and dashed into the bathroom.
By the time she emerged, the office had fallen quiet again.
“Heh…” Liam smoothed his clothes, a smile curling his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll take you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Something expensive,” she whispered.
Liam chuckled softly.
“What are you laughing at?” she asked, annoyed.
“My wife is upset. I need to comfort her properly.”
“See if you dare lie to me,” she pouted.
Liam pulled her close, breathing deeply of her scent.
“So, how do you plan to punish me? Hmm?” he asked.
Her body trembled.
“Gurgle, gurgle…” Her stomach growled.
…
The Vault
The car pulled up to the entrance, and the doorman approached.
“Let’s go.” He smiled.
Emma glanced at him, her hand resting awkwardly in the crook of his arm, and followed him inside.
“You’re nervous,” he stated flatly.
“I’m not,” she countered.
He curved his lips and stepped into the elevator.
The moment they stepped inside, Charles followed them in.
Liam reached out and rested his palm on Emma’s slender waist, pulling her closer.
Charles lifted the corner of his mouth, nodded at her, then glanced at Liam.
Emma nodded slightly in response.
Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand blocked them.
The three inside stepped back.
To their surprise, Ben and Chloe appeared before them, accompanied by their parents.
Ben still had bandages wrapped around his hand; a scabbed scar hung from the corner of his mouth; and his eyes were dark-circled.
Chloe pressed her hand tightly against her stomach, the bones in her wrist protruding.
The elevator doors closed.
“Let’s find somewhere else,” Ben murmured, his eyes a mix of humiliation and stubborn defiance.
Chloe snorted and shot him a dismissive glance.
Is that all you’ve got?
“What’s wrong? Are you upset seeing that slut in another man’s arms? If you’re so tough, show us who’s boss! Otherwise, just put up with it! Be good, and stay with me,” Chloe said.
Ben’s parents, Benjamin Turner and Simone Park, supported him, signaling for him to stay silent.
After all, the Grants had pulled strings to get him bailed out.
This dinner was to thank Chloe’s parents.
Beside them, Chloe’s parents, Nathaniel Grant and Carrington Winslow, were fuming.
“What a shame! A man ruining himself for that sort of woman is nothing short of disgraceful.”
“After I spent the entire night begging, they finally relented. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have even gotten a body back!”
“And now he dares to act all lovey-dovey here?” Nathaniel spat, turning away in disgust.
Carrington shot him a cold stare before dragging Chloe away.
Benjamin and Simone rushed to intervene, unwilling to let the tension between the two families escalate.
Ben froze before the elevator doors.
“Oh my goodness! What on earth is going on? Go talk to Chloe…” Simone tugged at his sleeve.
“Why should I?” Ben sneered. “We’re married now, and I’m in control of the project. I’ve achieved my goal. Wherever she chooses to go is none of my business.”
“You bastard! Ben!” Chloe gritted her teeth and shot him a glare.
…
Seated by the window—
“Hello, here is your camel milk.” The waiter set down the warm camel milk in front of Emma.
“Thank you,” she said to Liam.
“Satisfied?” he asked.
“Which part?” Emma asked teasingly.