Chapter 395 A Dream She Doesn’t Want to Wake From
Chapter 395 A Dream She Doesn’t Want to Wake From
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Louis spotted her flushed, pink ears peeking out from the blanket and chuckled. He tossed his book onto the nightstand, rolled over, and slipped one hand under the covers while tugging them down with the other–unearthing the blushing little woman who immediately got scooped into his arms.
Freya clutched the blanket tightly, her face burning. That’s when she realized–she wasn’t wearing any pajamas!
“We’ve already done everything there is to do. I know your body better than you do. Still shy?” As he spoke, Freya felt her ears burn even hotter–and then her cheeks, her forehead…
“Stop!” she blurted, eyes wide like a startled kitten.
Louis stopped obediently, but couldn’t help kissing her forehead again, gently patting her back in a soothing rhythm. “Does it hurt? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
Just like that, his words pulled Freya back to last night. Her cheeks puffed in frustration, her voice soft and groggy from just waking up. “I told you to stop, but you didn’t. You just take advantage of me because I’m easy to push around!”
“My fault, all my fault,” Louis murmured with another kiss on her forehead, still patting her gently. “I just couldn’t resist how sweet you are.”
Something about that sounded so wrong–and Freya’s face turned even redder. “You’re not allowed to talk anymore.”
Louis had never felt this happy in his entire life. Every bit of tenderness he had was wrapped around the girl in his arms. He felt like he could give her everything–his love, his life–anything she asked for.. “Alright, I won’t say anything,” he said softly. “I gave you a bath last night. Do you still feel sore?”
Half–hiding her face behind the blanket, Freya mumbled, “Not really… just a little tired. Aren’t you going to work?”
He hugged her closer. “Not going. You’re more important. Hold on, I had Ma me go get it.”
make some congee. Let
He gently loosened her grip on the blanket, pulled it up to cover her properly, then gave her head a fond Tittle rub before walking out.
Freya lay there, watching Louis–still in his pajamas, those long legs striding to the door–and her heart swelled. That’s my man.
By any standard, Louis was the total package: wealthy, powerful, morally sound, handsome… and after last night, she could confirm he was more than capable in bed too. Even compared to the romantic leads in novels she’d read, he was top–tier/But the soreness and exhaustion in her body left her a little concerned about the days to come.
Still, Louis had been unbelievably considerate. Despite being inexperienced, he’d done his best to take care of her and be gentle. Now, all Freya felt was a bit of natural confusion and tenderness.
She was always a traditional and cautious girl. In both her lives, this was her first time. She’d always
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Chapter 395 A Dream She Doesn’t Want to Wake From
thought she’d wait until marriage. And yet… it had just happened.
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She didn’t regret it—not even a little. She just couldn’t help wondering if this was real.
So now I have a husband who’s rich, influential, gorgeous, kind, respectful, and utterly devoted to me?
It felt like a dream.
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And then she laughed–of course it felt like a dream. She had entered a book. No wonder it felt like a story.
Lying there in bed, Freya brought her hands together sincerely in prayer, whispering silently to the heavens: If this is a story, please let me live in it forever. If this is a dream, then let me never wake up.
Her mind was drifting in and out of sweet, silly thoughts when Louis came back in.
He paused at the doorway, amused by the sight of her–hands clasped outside the blanket, gazing up at the ceiling like she was making a wish.
He walked over with a tray of congee, set it down on the nightstand, then gently lifted Freya so she was sitting against the headboard. He picked up the bowl, scooped out a spoonful, and held it to her lips.
The fragrant scent of pork and century egg porridge made Freya’s stomach grumble on cue.
She opened her mouth obediently and let Louis feed her. Between bites, a question popped into her head. “What time is it now? Did you eat?”
They’d gone to bed so late, and the curtains were still drawn, so she had no idea what time it was. Had Louis been by her side the whole time?
“It’s past three in the afternoon. I’ve already eaten. Just have some congee for now–I asked the chef to prepare a big dinner for later. You can eat more then.”
Only then did Freya relax and continue letting him feed her.
After finishing, she tried to get up. Her body ached–unsurprisingly, given how long on, followed by how long she’d been lying in bed. Louis immediately offered to car. but she refused.
st night had gone er to freshen up,
Even though they’d already been completely honest with each other physically… in her waking hours, she still wasn’t ready to bare herself quite so openly.
