True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 1593

Ernest was flabbergasted. He looked at the girl, whose face was as crimson as blood, and she looked at him like she was about to risk everything.

He was stunned and couldn't move.

He was engaged in a fierce mental battle.

Leah's body was out of control. It was difficult to contain the emptiness in her body because she craved for Ernest.

Looking down at the man beneath her, she sighed once again at his sheer attractiveness.

She had a clear view of his handsome face. He looked remarkably calm, and his dark smoky eyes were fixed onto her, like a brewing storm.

Leah felt inexplicably guilty and nervous under Ernest's gaze.

Because of the tension, Leah's forehead was covered in a sheen sweat. Even a small drop of sweat was visible on the tip of her nose.

Each bead of sweat was crystal clear, showing her panic and confusion of the moment, as well as her reckless courage.

Her courage scared Ernest witless.

Ernest could only feel the softness in his heart.

Leah was being surveyed by him. Her breathing quickened involuntarily and her heart beat wildly out of tempo.

However, Ernest didn't move at all. He stared at her with his deep eyes, as if he wanted to observe and see what she would do.

Since they both hoped for this, why not make it a reality?

If they made it happen, their relationship would be more secure.

However, although she was so enthusiastic and keen, she didn't know how to carry it out.

This was the deadliest position to be in.

Leah fumbled but maintained his enthusiasm. In the end, she was frustrated because she couldn't pull it through.

Ernest felt pity for her when she stopped moving, so he gently said, "Leah, don't make a fuss."

"I'm not making a fuss." Leah immediately shook her head. "I'm serious, I'm not so good at this."

She was a little embarrassed as she spoke and dared not see Ernest's expression. She could only remain stiff as she felt like she was going insane. How could she proceed?

There was only one thought in her mind, which was to remove his clothes first, then take it slowly from there.

In any case, if they were to get intimate right now, they would have to get rid of all obstacles.

She had worked so hard, she didn't want to believe that he didn't want to continue with this. She knew that it was easier for a man to lose control of his emotions instead of a girl.

"Leah." Ernest's tone was flipped when he saw that she was about to tear his clothes off. He gasped and his voice carried various emotions. "You!"

"Shh!" Leah shook her head. She gestured a finger to lips and whispered, "Don't speak, you'll ruin the vibe."

Ernest looked at the bright sun shining outside the window. It was a little jarring for something like this to happen in the early morning.

He felt like it wasn't the right time yet.

Alas, Ernest restrained himself and said softly, "No, Leah, you're still too young."

He couldn't hurt Leah.

"I'm not young anymore." Leah protested, "What are you doing? I've worked so hard for this. Ernest, are you even a man?"

Being belittled, Ernest frowned and reinstated firmly, "I am a man, that's why I don't want to hurt you. Leah, now's not the right time."

Upon hearing how serious he sounded, Leah felt even more dejected and uncomfortable. She didn't want to respond.

She was in the middle of getting there and he dared to refuse her along with such a pompous reason. She gave it a second thought and realized she was the one who was desperate and making herself dissatisfied.

She was indubitably dejected.

Leah instantly rolled over, mounting off his body and laid on her side, letting her back face him.

Alright then.

He was a modest gentleman, and she was a bad girl.

She didn't want to talk to Ernest anymore.

Seeing that she was angry, he hurriedly hunched over and whispered in her ear, "Leah?"

"I don't want to talk to you." Leah whispered back, "Don't talk to me. I'm mad now."

"Even when she's angry she's still so cute," Ernest thought to himself.

Ernest smiled in return. He couldn't help but speak up, "Alright, enough with being angry." "Don't do this to me." Leah noticed that he had something to say, so she simply turned around to face him.

Ernest was surprised and his eyes darkened as he looked into Leah's eyes.

Leah stared at him and said with an expressionless face, "Ernest, I hate you, you know that? You're acting like a modest gentleman, pure and humble, but now I'm stuck with the role of a shameless woman. This is so embarrassing. You're not letting this go. Don't tell me stuff like 'I don't want to hurt you', these are all excuses. You just want to tell me I'm not charming enough, don't you? I get it, I have no charms, okay?"

Leah taunted him on purpose because he wanted to make fun of him. But of course, she wasn't actually angry.

She couldn't find it within her to be angry at him.

Ernest didn't expect her to say all that. He looked at her in surprise and didn't know whether to laugh or cry until he managed to reply, "That's not what I meant."

"What do you mean by that? You confessed to me, you kissed me, then you carried me into the bedroom. You grabbed and touched me, then you hugged and cuddled me over and over again. But now you're not admitting anything. Hmph, now I know you don't actually like me."

She looked at him and pouted with her small mouth as she spoke. Her expression looked like she was utterly wronged.

Ernest looked straight at her, and there was a touch of helplessness and tenderness in his eyes. He couldn't bear it, and leaned in closer to Leah with his captivating face.