Anathea was wearing a silk dress today. The fabric was thin. When Gregory placed his hand on it, it made her skin tingle slightly. She shifted away a little, but Gregory pressed his hand down on her leg, keeping her from moving.
“Why are you sitting so far away? You’re just putting on some medicine, or do you have something else in mind, Mrs. Sinclair?” Gregory teased with a raised brow.
“I do not!” Anathea retorted, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Gregory looked at how flustered she was, the corners of his lips twitching.
Resting his arm across her leg, he uttered, “Then, let’s get started with the bandage.”
At the same time, Martin started the car and headed in the direction of Castenea.
Outside the window, the scenery kept sliding past. As they drove through a large birch forest, the trees blocked out the sunlight, making the interior of the car darker.
Most of Gregory’s face was hidden in the shadows. His features were sharp, striking, and intense.
His suit jacket had been tossed aside, and the top two buttons of his black dress shirt were undone.
His elegant appearance carried a hint of relaxation. He had a presence that could draw anyone to him.
Good–looking people were dangerous.
Anathea pressed her lips together and quickly turned her head to avoid looking at him. She opened the first–aid kit and dipped some cotton in antiseptic before cleaning up the dried blood on his wound.
She accidentally touched the injury, causing Gregory to suck in a breath.
Softening her touch, Anathea calmly continued applying the medicine and bandaging the wound. At the end, she tied it in a bow.
Gregory looked at the bow that didn’t match his overall demeanor and let out a light snort. “How childish.”
“Do it yourself, then,” Anathea rebuked.
“What did you say?” Gregory glanced at her.
Anathea didn’t answer. She began putting the supplies back into the kit, but Gregory reached out and shut the lid before she could finish.
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.
Just then, the car took a sharp turn. Caught off guard by the momentum, Anathea fell straight into Gregory’s arms.
Her forehead bumped into his solid chest.
She didn’t have time to worry about that as she instinctively placed her hand over her lower abdomen to protect it from the impact, only to touch Gregory’s hand. He’d already placed his hand there, shielding her belly.
Anathea felt the warmth of his hand, and her lashes fluttered slightly.
After the turn, the car ride smoothed out.
Anathea came back to her senses and looked up at him. Gregory was also watching her. In that moment, as their eyes met, she seemed to catch a fleeting softness in his gaze as his hand touched her belly.
Anathea was stunned for a second but quickly recovered and tried to move out of his arms.
But Gregory reached out and pinched her chin, kissing her lips.
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His cool, crisp scent filled her nose. Anathea’s lashes trembled even more. Out of instinct, she wanted to push him away. But when she remembered their agreement, she slowly lowered her land again.
It had been a long time since Gregory had felt her yield to him like this. He cradled her chin in his hand, kissing her as he looked down at her face.
Her eyes were closed, making her long lashes even more obvious. soft blush gradually spread across her pale face, even reaching the tips of her ears.
They’d been married for six years, and she still acted shy.
Then again, she was only 26 years old.
He vaguely remembered that Anathea had confessed to him through a message when she was 15.
Back then, he’d gotten numerous anonymous confessions. Anathea was the only one who’d signed her name, which was why he remembered her.
That meant Anathea had liked him since she was 15. He’d taken up her entire youth. That thought unexpectedly lifted his mood as he cupped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.
Anathea was starting to lose her breath and patted his shoulder.
Only then did Gregory let her go, albeit somewhat reluctantly. He traced her slightly red, swollen lips with his thumb, the corners of his mouth curving in amusement.
“All these years, and you still haven’t figured out how to breathe properly?”
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