Chapter 8
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“How is she, Doctor?” Dante asked the beautiful doctor who was examining Vale.
The doctor smiled sweetly, glancing at Dante who was still staring at Vale. “Nothing to worry about, Miss Vale is doing just fine. After some good rest, she’ll be back to normal in no time,” the doctor replied softly, her voice carrying a flirty, rhythmic tone.
It wasn't that Dante didn't notice the doctor trying to get his attention—he was all too familiar with women like her. But he chose to ignore it.
Dante gently stroked his wife's head, then kissed her forehead. “Babe, you heard the doctor, right? You need to get lots of rest and stop making me worry, hmm?” Dante said, his voice so incredibly soft that it actually gave Vale goosebumps.
The doctor was taken aback to hear Dante call Vale "babe." “Are you...?”
“Yeah, I’m her husband. Maybe you thought I was single because I’m not wearing a wedding ring. I wear it right here,” Dante cut in, showing the necklace he was wearing with the ring hanging as a pendant. He always wore it that way.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I assumed you weren't married,” she said nervously.
“No problem,” Dante replied, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulders again. Vale was cleared to go home that afternoon. Flushing with embarrassment, the doctor quickly left the room.
Once he was sure the doctor had gone, Dante let go of his grip. “Does it still hurt anywhere?” he asked. His voice wasn't as soft as before, but he sounded normal, like regular people talking.
Vale shook her head. “I’m fine, Dante... uh, Sir, could you...?”
“Do you want to become a widow? If I drop you off by the roadside, Madam Celine will skin me alive. Just stay quiet and stop complaining. You’re coming back to my house, and remember to call me by my name properly,” Dante said, his tone turning strict again.
Vale immediately shut up and nodded slowly. “Dante...”
“What?”
“Nothing, I’m just calling you by your name properly,” she answered. Dante gave a low click of his tongue.
“Kimmy will pick you up this afternoon. I’m going away for a few days, and remember, don't stir up any trouble that’s going to make things difficult for me,” he muttered at the end, though Vale could still catch it.
“Hmm,” Vale murmured.
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Kimmy did indeed pick Vale up and brought her back to her master’s mansion. Ever since Elza was shot dead right in front of the maids and guards, none of them dared to mess with Vale anymore. The ones who used to dislike her suddenly turned completely nice.
To put it bluntly, they valued their own lives. Rather than dying a horrible death, it was better to just obey and leave Vale alone. And unanimously, they all started calling Vale "Young Madam." It was actually quite shocking, but once Kimmy explained it, Vale finally understood.
“Do you need any help with your bath, Madam Vale?” Kimmy teased. The two of them were already like sisters, and Kimmy loved teasing Vale just to make her laugh.
Valerie shook her head. “No, I can manage. I usually bathe by myself anyway,” Vale replied with a soft smile.
“Alright then, I’ll wait out here,” Kimmy said. She had already been ordered not to do any other chores; her only job was to follow Vale around and help her with whatever she needed.
Vale went into the bathroom, while Kimmy walked over to the walk-in closet to pick out an outfit for her madam. But before she could even reach the glass door, it suddenly swung open to reveal Dante.
Kimmy immediately lowered her eyes. “Sir, you’re back already?” she asked. The man had just said earlier that he was going away for a few days, yet it hadn't even been twenty-four hours and he was already back.
“Hmm. What are you doing in here? And where’s Vale?” he asked, loosening the tie that felt like it was choking his neck.
“The young madam is in the bathroom, and I was about to get her clothes ready, Sir,” Kimmy answered, keeping her head down.
Dante nodded slightly, then signaled Kimmy to stay quiet and keep picking out his wife's clothes.
While waiting, Dante threw himself onto the incredibly plush sofa. He had originally planned to head out to the battlefield, but his mind kept drifting back to Noah’s words—about how Noah would take Valerie if Dante left her home alone.
How stupid. Thinking back, Noah wouldn't dare take anything from his house. The security was tight; even an ant would think twice before crawling up the walls of Dante’s massive mansion.
Dante’s thoughts were cut short when he heard the bathroom door open, and his wife walked out wearing only a small towel. It covered her just from her chest to slightly below her curvy rear.
Vale, assuming only Kimmy was in the room, wasn't cautious at all. She walked out confidently using her cane. “Kimmy, are you still here?” she asked.
Kimmy’s eyes widened, and she glanced over at Dante, who was staring hungrily at Vale. “Hmm, yeah, I’m still here,” she answered. Since Vale thought it was just Kimmy, she did something completely unexpected by both Dante and Kimmy.
The beautiful girl simply let her towel drop and held out her hand. Kimmy closed her eyes in pure nervousness, while Dante immediately motioned for Kimmy to leave without making a sound.
“Kimmy, where are my clothes?” she said, her hand still stretched out.
Dante got up from the couch and stepped closer to his wife. Vale knitted her brows; a familiar cologne, her husband's signature scent. Suddenly, she grew incredibly nervous and tried to look for her towel again.
How careless of me, Vale thought. Luckily, she had brought her underwear out with her, so certain parts were still covered.
“Are you trying to tease me?” Dante asked, his voice sounding husky.
Vale shook her head, holding her breath. She could feel Dante’s breath against her skin; his face was so close to hers. Her body suddenly stiffened when his broad palm stroked her thigh, which was completely bare.
“If you aren't trying to tease me, then why did you take it off right in front of me?” he muttered, nuzzling against Vale's neck. Her body trembled even more as Dante’s hand kept sliding up.
Dante’s hand moved past Vale's hip. His wandering hand kept tracing higher, made entirely easy since there was no towel in the way.
“Damn, why is your body so sexy,” Dante whispered, his breathing getting heavier by the second.
“Da-Dante...” Vale whimpered, her voice shaking because his hand, which was initially on her back, had now moved around to her chest. Dante gave a gentle squeeze, drawing a soft gasp from Vale's lips.
Hearing that incredibly soft moan made something down there grow even bigger, aching to find its home.
His large palm kept massaging her breast, which fit perfectly in his grip. Vale's voice was like an addiction to him; he had never heard such a melodious moan before, especially since this was his first time ever doing something so naughty.
To be continued...
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