Chapter 136 Does She Miss Him Too?

Chapter 136 Does She Miss Him Too?

Charles's bedroom was on the right side of the stairs, while the guest room Olivia had been staying in recently was on the left.

Stepping onto the last step, Charles hesitated for a moment. He glanced at Olivia's expression while silently walking toward the right side of the stairs.

Olivia quickly noticed and looked up at him.

Charles stopped in his tracks, his body stiffening.

He looked at Olivia and nervously voiced what was on his mind: "Olivia, the bed in the guest room is too small. It's cramped for both of us. You should move back to the master bedroom."

Olivia looked at him: "My leg hasn't fully healed yet. The doctor said I can't do any intense physical activity."

Her words carried a deeper meaning.

Charles paused, then smiled.

He simply wanted to hold her while she slept, just as they had on many nights before.

But she had thought about their intimate moments together.

Did this mean she also really enjoyed what they did together in bed?

They hadn't done it recently - did she miss him too?

While quickly carrying her toward his bedroom, Charles lowered his head and took her earlobe between his lips:

"Don't worry, I won't make you do anything intense. You just need to lie there and enjoy it."

Charles kicked open the bedroom door and carried Olivia into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he had Olivia lie on a narrow bed he'd placed there earlier. While bathing her, he kissed every part of her body.

Olivia lay there while he knelt beside the bed, using his lips to pleasure her body, watching her skin flush all over, watching her body twist with desire because of him.

"...I... you..."

Olivia gripped Charles's arm tightly, her hazy eyes full of anticipation.

Charles looked at her with a mischievous smile, his lips very close to hers, his body also very close to hers, but he wickedly wouldn't let her get any closer.

Watching her instinctively move toward him, he pulled back.

She moved closer again, and he pulled back again.

He didn't move far, just always keeping a little distance.

"You..."

Olivia bit her lip in frustration, her hand on his arm changing from gripping to pinching, taking out all her dissatisfaction on his arm.

"Olivia," his lips pressed against her ear, his smile wild and unrestrained, "whatever you want to do, just tell me directly. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. If you don't tell me, how will I know what you want?"

"You..."

Olivia's face flushed even redder with anger.

This wasn't their first time together. She didn't believe that he didn't know what she wanted right now.

He was clearly trying to embarrass her.

Trying to use this to show her that she desired him, too.

It wasn't just him who was obsessed with the other's body.

Olivia stared at Charles, wanting him to know just how angry she was.

But she didn't realize that her eyes at this moment weren't angry eyes at all, but eyes full of desire.

The desire Charles had been suppressing finally broke free, like a dam bursting, pouring out wildly.

"Olivia, I love you."

With this whisper, Charles tore off his clothes and pressed himself onto Olivia, his lips kissing her body frantically, his legs skillfully parting Olivia's, forcefully becoming one with her.

Satisfied moans escaped from both their mouths at the same time.

This sound drove Charles even wilder.

But he didn't forget about Olivia's legs; he tried not to let her move, doing all the moving himself the entire time.

When it was all over, it was already 4 AM.

Olivia was so exhausted she couldn't even lift her eyelids.

As Charles carried her to bed, she used her last bit of strength to pinch his arm: "You... you said... you wouldn't tire me out."

Charles looked at her with a smile, his chest filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and pride:

"I didn't tire out your legs, did I?"

Olivia was speechless.

He indeed hadn't tired out her legs, just her hands and mouth.

Olivia wanted to pinch him again in anger.

Charles looked at her teasingly with smiling eyes: "Aren't you tired? Judging by how hard you're pinching me, you don't seem tired at all. Should we go back to bed and continue?"

"No."

Olivia immediately let go, burying her face in Charles's chest, acting like "I'm asleep, don't bother me."

Seeing her like this, Charles couldn't help but laugh softly.

He placed Olivia on the bed and quickly lay down himself, pulling her into his arms.

Olivia opened her eyes warily, pushing against him: "Charles, I really can't anymore, don't..."

Charles pulled the blanket over her, carefully tucking in the corners, then leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead:

"I just want to hold you while sleeping, nothing else. Sleep peacefully."

Charles turned off the light.

The bedroom was pitch black, nothing visible; only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

After a long while, Charles, still with his eyes closed, held Olivia tightly in his arms and said softly: "Olivia, let's always be like this from now on, okay?"

He would cook for her, then they'd eat together, bathe together, do the most intimate things in the world, and then fall asleep in each other's arms.

Never apart.

Charles thought Olivia was asleep, and even if she weren't, she probably wouldn't answer him.

But unexpectedly, a moment later, a response came from Olivia's throat.

Charles, who had been lying quietly, suddenly opened his eyes.

He almost thought he'd been hearing things.

But after replaying that brief moment over and over, Charles was certain he'd received her affirmative answer.

Not being able to get up the next morning was completely expected.

When Charles was woken by call after call, it was already 10 AM.

Olivia curled up under the blanket, frowning tightly, not wanting to move at all.

Charles sat sideways on the bed with a smile, looking at her exhausted appearance.

"I'm the one doing all the work every time, so why are you always the one who can't get up? Olivia, are you really that tired?"

Olivia kicked at Charles in dissatisfaction:

"Since you don't believe it, then in the next life you'll be the woman and I'll be the man. I'll fuck you and see if you..."

Before she finished speaking, Olivia frowned.

Her leg injury hadn't healed yet, and that movement just now really hurt.

Charles realized it, too. He pressed on Olivia's leg with concern, regretting why he had to provoke her, and annoyed that she didn't know how to protect herself.

Even if she was angry at him, she could hit him with her hands or scold him with her mouth - why did she have to use her leg?

"How do you feel? Should I call the doctor now?" Charles asked worriedly.

After that wave of pain passed, it didn't feel too bad.

Olivia shook her head: "No need. Besides, tomorrow is the follow-up appointment anyway. Going tomorrow is the same - no need to call the doctor here specially."

Although Charles was worried, seeing her expression, she seemed fine, so he didn't insist.

He had quite a few things to do in the morning. After talking with Olivia for a bit, he was about to go downstairs. As he was leaving the bedroom, he stopped at the door and asked:

"Olivia, your parents should be coming back soon, right?"