Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 258

Ha! Man, what a strange creature. One minute ago he was so angry at me he could have eaten me alive at any minute.

"You're doing all this on purpose, right? Helping me apply medication is just an excuse of yours to flirt with me. Wanda, I realize your skills are getting better every single day. Is this how you're trying to make things up to me?” He switched on the side lamp and looked at me with his scorching eyes.

I...

I simply closed my eyes and said," No, it's not, and I didn't do anything on purpose. Just go to sleep, it's getting late."

"Fine. I have to admit this trick you're pulling is working amazingly well. I'm not mad at all now, but if you can be a little more aggressive, I think I'll really be able to feel more sincerity in your apologies.

He finally let me go after an hour of intimacy.

He carried me to the bathroom afterward.

I was too lazy to move, so he had to bathe me and dry me up. He brought me back to bed after cleaning me u p, then he went back to the bathroom for a shower himself.

I was fast asleep even before he came out.

The sun was already up and bright when I finally woke up.

It was so rare for Theo to still be in bed when I woke u p. I flipped myself over and slept on my side to look at him. He was still sound asleep. I looked at him, admiring his strong and arched brows, long and dark eyelashes, perfectly shaped nose with its high nose bridge, and his sexy lips. His face and features were just so perfect, amazingly crafted, and carved with no imperfections to be found. What astounding craftsmanship!

I leaned on my arm and checked him out. He had to be very insecure deep down as he always had a strong sense of vigilance about him. I could tell just by looking at his sleeping posture. He always laid flat on the bed, his hands crossed over his chest and his body always stiff, never relaxed. These were all the tell-tale signs.

That seemed about right. He had been so young when he first had to take the head role in the Grant household. He had to be dominant and be the alpha in order to deter imitators and gain control over every single one of his employees. He needed a high prestige in order to do that, to take hold of all the authority. Maybe that was how he had become so cold and bossy.

I was still buried in my thoughts when he opened his eyes. We locked gazes.