Chapter 17
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Adrian went upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and saw Melina coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing cotton pajamas, her long black hair slightly damp and draped over her shoulders, as she gently wiped it with a towel. She looked particularly enchanting.
"You're back. You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you?" Melina walked over, sniffed him, then handed him the towel. "It seems you didn't drink much. Put this towel back for me, wash your hands, and I'll bring your dinner."
Without waiting for a reply, Melina left the room. Adrian stood there, holding the towel, feeling annoyed. Why was she ordering him around? He tossed the towel on the floor, stared at it as if it were an enemy, and after a moment, scratched his head in frustration. He finally picked up the towel and walked to the bathroom.
"Delicious dinner, eat it while it's hot," Melina said as she brought in the food she had kept warm for him, placing it on the desk. She didn’t look at Adrian and went back to the bathroom.
Adrian hadn’t said a word since entering the room. He rarely spoke much, and with Melina, he found even fewer words. After drinking a lot at the social event, he was quite hungry now. He sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.
The smell of smoke and alcohol on him was bothering him. After eating, he headed to the bathroom, only to find Melina sitting on a small stool washing clothes. He tugged at his tie, feeling a bit irritated. “Get out, I need to shower.”
Melina blushed, standing up and holding two small basins towards him. “Um… where should I put these?”
Adrian looked down at the basins, seeing his underwear and socks. He felt a bit awkward and snatched the basins from her hands, accidentally knocking them over with a clatter.
“Who told you to wash these?” he barked angrily.
Melina, seeing her hard work spilled on the floor, got angry. She pushed him, fuming. “Do you think I wanted to? Earlier, Sister Hui was going to wash them, but Mom and Grandma took your clothes and gave them to me. They said now that we’re married, I should take care of you. From now on, I have to wash all your clothes, including your socks and underwear. Luckily, you don’t have smelly feet, so I’m doing you a favor. And you’re yelling at me? I’ve never washed my dad’s socks. My hand still hurts. Do you have any humanity?”
She glanced at her hand. Adrian, feeling a pang of guilt, looked at her hand and saw a bruise at the base of her thumb. “What happened to your hand?” he asked instinctively.
“Isn’t it because you hit me this morning?” Melina snapped, glaring at him before walking out of the bathroom.
Adrian frowned. He had only given her a light slap, yet her hand was bruised like that? Was she made of clay? He scratched his head again, looked at the underwear on the floor, a strange look crossing his face. He picked them up, put them back in the basin, washed them, and then took them to the drying room.
He had never felt anything when the maids washed his clothes, but now, thinking of Melina’s shy demeanor while washing them, he felt a peculiar sensation. Was he feeling embarrassed?
For the first time, a woman made him feel this way. He couldn't help but wonder, what was happening to him?
When Adrian returned to the bedroom, Melina was already asleep, thoughtfully leaving a small lamp on for him. He stood there, watching her for a long time before heading to the study. He tried to work but couldn't focus. This woman had only been here two days, and he was already acting out of character. Frustrated, he left the study.
Late at night, a man knelt by the bed, applying ointment to a sleeping woman’s hand. Melina didn't notice; she was in a deep, deep sleep.
She slept, so did he. They shared the bed, keeping a distance, but by morning, Melina found herself tightly embraced by Adrian, his hand inside her pajama top, his morning reaction very evident.
Melina kicked Adrian hard, struggling to free herself. Blushing, she wrapped herself in the blanket. “Adrian, if you touch me again, I’ll cut off your hand!”
“Shut up,” Adrian growled, his black eyes still lazy but clearly annoyed. He had a bad temper in the morning.
“Hey, how dare you tell me to shut up? Are you some kind of pervert? Can’t you sleep without molesting someone… ah…” Melina’s words were cut off as Adrian yanked her down, his lips sealing over hers.
He kissed her. Pinned her down. Was this a forced kiss from the man she liked? Shocked, she froze, unsure whether to resist or enjoy it. She wondered why he kissed her, having already forgotten their previous intimacy. Did this count as her first kiss?
A kiss that took her breath away, made her heart race, left her unable to think, her body heating up. Melina’s body trembled under him as Adrian struggled to control himself.
“Hmm…”
She tried to speak, but his tongue invaded her mouth, stealing her breath. Their tongues entwined, he sucked and nibbled, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her.
Her heart pounded, feeling like it would leap out of her chest. His taste filled her senses, clouding her mind. She felt she might suffocate, wanting to push him away but instead, he held her tighter, kissed her deeper, his hot hands roaming over her, caressing her waist and soft chest.
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