âConsider Sharon.
She wouldnât appreciate you bothering me like this.
Raphael, our past is behind us.
Letâs move forward.
You have a new partner now, perhaps sheâs even your wife already.
Shall I wish you a happy marriage?â
As she spoke, he stared at her with deep eyes.
After a moment, as she nearly ran out of breath, Raphael turned away, climbed into the car, and slammed the door shut.
The black Bentley then departed slowly.
Olivia stood in the chilly night, feeling her legs grow weak.
Her phone rang, and she glanced at the screen to see that it was Jessie calling.
Jessieâs concern was evident as she asked if Olivia had made it home safely.
Olivia took a deep breath and replied in a weary voice, âI just got home.
Donât worry, Jessie.
Have a wonderful wedding night.
â
Jessie offered Olivia some tender words of concern.
After ending the call, Jessie felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind.
Albert rested his chin on her shoulder and murmured, âWhatâs on your mind?â
Setting her phone aside, Jessie turned her head and whispered, âSomethingâs off with Olivia.
â
Albertâs hands started to explore Jessieâs body.
It was their wedding night, and despite Jessieâs pregnancy, Albert was still aroused.
In a husky tone, he urged, âMrs.
Waston, forget about everything else tonight.
Focus on me.
Touch me.
I really need you.
â
Jessie was turned to face him.
He guided her hand all the way down, eliciting a soft cry from her lips.
But she hesitated to push him away, instead wrapping her another arm around his neck and murmuring, âBe mindful of the baby, Albert.
Youâll need to control yourself tonight.
â
Albert held her waist as they ki*sed, their movements unsteady as they made their way to the edge of the bed and tumbled onto its soft surface.
Gently pressing against her, he caressed her body, and then pressed his lips to hers, whispering, âWhat do you suggest?â
Jessie blushed, turning her face away as she bit her lip gently.
âHow would I know? You figure it out.
â
Albert leaned in close, his breath warm and fiery against her skin.
The heat of his exhale enveloped her, offering comfort in the chilly night air.
As his lips brushed against the delicate flesh behind her ear, a shiver ran down her spine.
Unable to contain herself any longer, a soft moan escaped her Lips.
âShame on you, Albert,â Jessie chided, her voice breathless.
He remained unrushed.
âDidnât you tell me to handle it on my own?â
Jessieâs voice faltered.
âI didnât mean for you to handle it Like this.
â
She heard her husbandâs chuckle, causing her face to flush even redder.
Then, Albert ki*sed her softly and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, âIâll be gentle.
â
Spring nights were really chilly.
While inside Albert and Jessieâs bedroom, it was warm and cozy, but outside the Fowler residence, Leonel stood, enduring the cold breeze for much of the night.