Chapter 138 Determined on Her
As he mulled over the different possibilities, what he really wanted was the truth. Everything about her was still a mystery. But he wasn't in a rush; after all, he'd already waited nearly four years. He didn't mind waiting a bit longer. He'd figure it all out himself.
He tossed her onto the bed and flicked on the bedroom light.
Her flushed body lay exposed before him, and he felt a tightness in his throat. He couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on the bed, pressing down on her. He kissed her swollen lips, and she let out a soft moan. She was completely lost, as if brainwashed, wanting nothing more than to give herself entirely to him.
At first, he kissed her, but gradually, she responded to his kiss.
Their lips and tongues intertwined countless times. He savored the sweetness in her mouth, and the familiar feeling reminded him of the girl he met four years ago.
Yes, it was her, but not Emily.
Neither of them spoke about it, letting time reveal the answer.
Everything would eventually come to light.
When that day came, he planned to give her a big surprise.
It turned out that the person who moved his heart wasn't Emily.
But where was Emily?
As he kissed her, his thoughts were in chaos, unable to focus.
Her small hands clung tightly to his neck.
Her delicate skin left enchanting marks on his body.
She was like a blooming flower, blossoming in his world.
She was completely immersed in his embrace, waiting for his further intimacy.
She was such a gentle and obedient girl.
But he had mistakenly attributed some memories to Emily.
Yes, she cooked well too, and her soup was light and delicious, just to his taste.
He slowly ended the kiss.
"Ah..." In that moment, she was completely lost.
Why had things turned out this way?
She didn't know the reason and didn't want to explore it.
At this moment, she was lost, only able to feel his presence.
She loved him, deeply loved him.
Unknowingly, she had fallen in love with him.
What should she do?
Because he was about to get married.
If she was truly his destined one, then...
Various possibilities followed.
But she had two children, which he didn't know how to explain.
But at this moment, he couldn't care about that.
He had only one thought in his mind now, to satisfy his desire.
Although many things didn't make sense, he was determined to find out.
"Alison, do you like this?" he asked her.
"Yes." She responded naturally, clearly captivated by him.
"If you're uncomfortable, call my name, don't hold back," he said gently.
"Can I... call your name?" She wanted to, but hesitated.
"Call me honey, just honey." He seemed to have made up his mind about her.
At that moment, he suddenly thought that the woman in the videotape could be her, or it could be Emily.
His thoughts drifted, and he became a bit distracted.
"Ho...ney..." She finally called out. She used to call him Jack, but calling him this felt particularly intimate, indescribable.
She was a bit confused, not understanding why he had suddenly changed.
But she liked his gentleness now.
Since he liked it, so be it.
After all, she still had to stay with him for three months.
"Alison, don't lie to me, don't deceive me, okay?" he said seriously.
"Okay." At such a moment, she agreed to everything.
When she woke up, she would pretend nothing had happened.
The most beautiful moment was to bloom freely like this.
She and he reached the peak of desire together.
After the passion, she lay quietly beside him like a sleeping swan.
The air was filled with a heady scent, accompanied by her breathing, a scene of beauty.
He held her tightly, stroking her slender waist, his mind still on the woman in his memory.
Many things still didn't make sense to him.
If it was really her, why had she so obediently entered his life back then?
Wouldn't she have resisted?
But she didn't say anything.
Alright, then he wouldn't ask.
But he would find out everything.
"Alison, sleep," he coaxed her into his arms. If she didn't have her reasons, she wouldn't have stayed by his side so humbly for three months.
Everything was a mess.
She was exhausted and closed her eyes. "I'll just sleep for a little while. Remember to wake me up, or Sophia and Ethan will cry if they don't see me." Those two little ones were already insecure, afraid she would leave them.
"Okay." He agreed softly, watching her closed eyes.
Memories flooded back.
This made him more certain.
It was her, no doubt.
She fell asleep.
She had only intended to nap for a while, but she slept deeper and deeper, unconsciously clinging tightly to the tall man beside her.
Her every little movement was like a kitten, just like the long-haired woman in his memory.
Jack watched her quietly.
His heart gradually calmed down.
No longer restless or angry.
He gently brushed her furrowed brow with his fingertips, as if she held many untold pains even in her sleep.
Her features were delicate and soft, less assertive than Emily's.
Closing his eyes, listening to her breathing, smelling her scent, he finally understood why he had been angry that afternoon.
He had liked this woman all along.
He had liked her three years ago.
He liked her.
But three years ago, he had mistaken her for Emily.
Now, everything made sense, only time was needed to confirm it.
This little woman, she couldn't fool him.
He was Jack.
"Jack..." she suddenly called out in her sleep, followed by a low moan, "Jack, don't..."
That voice, as if he had done something bad to her.
Right, he had indeed humiliated her.
Four years ago, in that forest, he had made her suffer.
Now, she was exhausted and asleep.
He sat up, carefully examining the red mark on her chest, still not believing her claim that it was just from a fall.
He rested his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, one beat at a time.
Maybe because he was holding her, she slept soundly and deeply. He didn't have the heart to wake her.
Listening to the ticking clock, he wished time would slow down for the first time.
Because he had made up his mind about her.
Outside, the dawn was quietly breaking, and she was still sleeping tightly against his chest.
He slowly sat up, wrapped her tightly in a blanket, and then took a large coat from the closet.
In the early morning light, he carried her to the parking lot.
Because she had said she didn't want Sophia and Ethan to worry.
No matter whose children they were, when he suddenly understood his feelings, his heart was unprecedentedly calm.
No more pain, no more resentment.
He just wanted to hold her.
He didn't want to wake her, but when he placed her in the back seat, she woke up.
It seemed that as soon as she left his embrace, she would wake up.
She groggily opened her eyes, half-open, half-closed, and instinctively asked, "Jack, what time is it?"
"It's dawn," he replied with a smile, already starting the car and driving to her place.
That "It's dawn" instantly woke her up.