The door was actually knocked. And Christian immediately lifted himself slightly and cast Olivia a look.
A look that said: See?
But instead of replying to it, Olivia kicked him off the bed and scrambled toward the door.
She had actually intended to kick him between the legs. But in the end, her heart softened, and she couldn't bring herself to do it… because she knew it would hurt too much.
Shaking her head, Olivia finally opened the door, and, without much surprise, Aria was standing there.
Her friend actually seemed troubled, seemingly not knowing what to say now that she had impulsively come knocking on her door.
And so, Olivia was the one to open her mouth and say, "Come inside, let's talk."
Aria nodded, and Olivia finally moved her gaze to Christian, now standing in front of the bed, and sent him a glaring look that clearly said: You should go out now.
And Christian, feeling that this much was enough, gave Aria an innocent gaze… which, in return, was met with a troubled and slightly glaring one.
Then, finally he took his leave.
The night still seemed long for these two girls now alone, neither quite knowing how to begin what was lingering in their minds. And Christian, returning to Eva's side, also shared their feeling… that luckily the night was still long.
Eva was already in bed, wearing a silky black nightgown that clung to her form and accentuated her curves and smooth white skin.
She was holding a tablet, seemingly reading something with full concentration.
She looked like a capable wife… composed, elegant, utterly alluring.
And Christian, already too stimulated by the earlier events, found himself unable to hold back any longer.
He immediately bounced on her, burying his face in her ample bosom and exhaling the heavenly, relaxing scent of her body.
In that moment, he finally understood what the scent of home truly meant.
Before, it had been nothing but his young hormones at work, it was action spured by the heat of moment. But now… now it was different.
Now, every cell in his body seemed to scream at him to claim this woman.
Eva slowly put the tablet aside. At first, she simply hugged his head, ruffling his hair with a soft, affectionate touch.
Her gaze was warm, tender, full of love. But then, sensing something unusual, she held his cheeks in both hands, gently pulling him up toward her face. And with searching eyes, she asked, "What's going on with you?"
"Well…" Christian paused, right after he started.
It was a situation he didn't know how to even begin explaining to her, after all.
No matter what, he could now be considered to have laid a hand on her daughter.
She wouldn't react too strongly… right?
Christian thought for a moment, then finally told her everything that happened with Olivia.
He didn't want to hide anything from her.
Whether it was right or wrong, he didn't care.
He just needed to settle things with her, openly and truthfully, without hiding. That was all that weighed on his mind.
Eva, naturally, fell into silence at his sinner-like confession.
She wanted to ask him… If you knew it was something wrong, then why did you do it?
But in the end, she didn't.
She simply sighed and said, "You don't need to dwell on the situation. I'm fine."
She had already accepted that Christian would one day seek more women. That one of those said women would end up being her daughter… she had never imagined.
But at the end of the day, they were both adults. And adults could make their own decisions.
"Really?" Christian asked, doubting his eyes at her calm, almost lackluster response.
But instead of giving him a direct answer, Eva asked, "Did you force her?"
"Of course not," he shook his head immediately and said.
Eva smiled at that. And then, without hesitation, she pulled Christian's head toward her, and kissed him.
That she would one day need to watch out for her daughter… she had never imagined that either.
She didn't know how serious Olivia truly was.
She didn't know if her daughter had deeper intentions… or if it was just a passing flame.
But the one in front of her, this man, she knew him.
And she also knew… that even while he said he had no designs on Olivia, now that he had made the first move, everything would change.
There would be a second move. A third. And more.
He would act again. He would not stop.
And maybe… maybe it was better this way. So that she would never be separated from her daughter in the future over a man she knew nothing about.
As Eva kissed him, a strange new thought stirred inside her.
Maybe it's not so bad… if she and her daughter become the women of the same man…
On the other hand, Christian, now kissing her deeply, was no longer thinking of anything else.
Now that he knew she was fine with what he did… something inside him was snapped.
His hands began to move. One slowly, deliberately slipping beneath her clothes, caressing the breasts he already knew but never grew tired of.
The other traced the edge of her nightgown, lifting it inch by inch, revealing her body to his hungry gaze.
His fingers glided along her thighs, up to her hips, then around her waist, savoring the heat of her skin.
And Eva, she didn't resist. Instead, her hands reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one, brushing over his chest, feeling the warmth that had started to burn between them.
And before long… their clothes were strewn aside.
Their bare bodies pressed together… skin to skin, heat to heat.
Christian rubbed his thick shaft between her thighs, teasing her folds with deliberate, slow strokes.
His hands kneaded her heavy breasts, sinking into their softness, while his mouth devoured hers, his tongue pushed deep, and his breath mingling with hers.