Rebecca Quentin walked to the bedside and saw Andrew already asleep, his rosy cheeks nestled against Howard Geoffrey’s leg, his small hands still hugging Howard Geoffrey’s leg.
Rebecca Quentin asked softly, "Is he asleep?"
Howard Geoffrey gently lifted the quilt, carefully got up, and got off the bed.
Only after his body touched the ground did Howard Geoffrey ask Rebecca Quentin with a straight face, "Are you sure he wasn’t born to tornt people?"
"Huh?"
Before Rebecca Quentin could react, Howard Geoffrey had already grabbed Rebecca Quentin’s hand and walked straight out of the children’s room.
At the door of the children’s room, Howard Geoffrey wrapped his arms around Rebecca Quentin’s waist, complaining in a low voice, "Your son is bullying ."
Rebecca Quentin glanced dismissively at soone, "He’s bullying you?"
"He wants to coax him to sleep."
"That ans our son is attached to you."
"My ti isn’t ant to coax him to sleep."
Rebecca Quentin puffed out her cheeks, "Hey, you’re always busy with work, and only recently have we had free ti because we’re getting married. You can’t complain!"
Howard Geoffrey’s lips curled into a smile, "Are you sure I’m complaining about our son taking up my work ti, and not other ti?"
Hearing the implication in Howard Geoffrey’s words, Rebecca Quentin gave him a playful punch, her face blushing.
At that mont, Howard Geoffrey lifted Rebecca Quentin in his arms.
Rebecca Quentin let out a startled yelp, her face red with embarrassnt, "Hey... it’s dayti now."
Howard Geoffrey leaned down and kissed Rebecca Quentin briefly, continuing to walk through the corridor, entering the master bedroom, and closing the door with his ankle...
On the large white bed, their positions had changed to the most basic intimate posture between a man and a woman, with the man on top and the woman below.
Howard Geoffrey gazed intensely at the slightly blushing Rebecca Quentin and asked, "Where did you go just now?"
Rebecca Quentin smiled playfully, "You know yet you still ask ."
Howard Geoffrey pretended to be stern, "Then you should know that I’m very upset right now."
Rebecca Quentin wrapped her arms around Howard Geoffrey’s neck, still trying to appease him, saying gently like flowing water, "I promise you, this was the last ti I t with him. You know, I only went to return his docunts."
Howard Geoffrey slyly narrowed his eyes, "Did he hold your hand?"
"Did he?"
Rebecca Quentin, who didn’t rember such an event at all, expressed her doubt.
At this mont, Howard Geoffrey took Rebecca Quentin’s right hand and began sucking on each of her fingers.
Rebecca Quentin felt a little tickled by Howard Geoffrey’s actions, "Hey, you’re so disgusting, what are you doing..."
After making each finger of Rebecca Quentin’s right hand wet, Howard Geoffrey then held her hand tightly, interlocking their fingers, and said seriously, one word at a ti, "You’re mine, I don’t allow anyone else to touch you."
Rebecca Quentin was stunned for a mont, recalling a similar scene that happened not long ago—
He took her to the seaside, washing her hands so vigorously... and that day, because of playing golf, she seed to have had contact with Chester Robinson’s hand too.
"You..."
Rebecca Quentin was so shocked that she couldn’t find words to speak.
Howard Geoffrey had already intertwined his fingers with hers, pressing her onto the bed, burying his head in her neck, gently kissing.
Rebecca Quentin pushed against the head buried in her neck, "No, it’s broad daylight..."
Unable to resist Rebecca Quentin, Howard Geoffrey reluctantly got up, jumped off the bed, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains...
The room instantly dimd...
The timing and atmosphere made Rebecca Quentin feel a bit bashful...
As he approached her, she suddenly reached out to push him away, as if rembering sothing, and awkwardly explained to the person with burning eyes on the bed, "Wait for ."
The person nearly fell off the bed, cursed under his breath, "Damn," and then saw her quickly run to the compartnt drawer in the wardrobe, took out a dicine bottle, and eagerly crawled back onto the bed to hand it to him.
Looking at the small dicine bottle in Rebecca Quentin’s hand, and seeing Rebecca Quentin’s eyes filled with a smile, he imdiately hugged her tightly, giving her a sideways glance, "Are you sure your husband needs this supplent?"
Confused by Howard Geoffrey’s question, Rebecca Quentin was taken aback, "Supplent what?"
"Isn’t this..."
"What is it?"
Tossing the dicine bottle aside, Howard Geoffrey stretched out his long arm, pulled Rebecca Quentin into his arms, resting his chin against her face, and gazed at her innocent little face with desire-filled eyes, saying with a low, husky voice in her ear, "I never expected my wife to have such bold tastes!"
Rebecca Quentin, focused solely on the small dicine bottle, didn’t catch what Howard Geoffrey was saying. Seeing him casually toss the bottle aside, she imdiately reached over to retrieve it, looking at him with frustration, "Why did you throw it? I worked hard to get it."
"Tell , where are you unsatisfied?" As he spoke to her, his hand was already climbing up her waist and swiftly unhooked her brassiere.
"Huh?"
Howard Geoffrey had already discarded Rebecca Quentin’s bra, turning his head, his thin lips pressed against her supple, fair skin.
"Wait... don’t tell you misunderstood that I wanted to give you... that aphrodisiac?" Rebecca Quentin exclaid in shock as she realized.
Howard Geoffrey, focused on kissing her raised mound, spared a mont to say, "It seems my wife is complaining that I haven’t ’pampered’ her well these days."
Considering Rebecca Quentin needed a longer recovery period after her surgery, he had indeed been cautious not to make too big moves these days. But his little woman actually dared to protest her dissatisfaction. Today, he must assert himself!
"I didn’t..." Rebecca Quentin hurriedly pushed away his head that was kissing her chest, her face blushing as she anxiously explained, "It’s not what you think, that dicine was sothing Isabella helped find. It’s supposed to regulate male hormones and Isabella said that if a male takes one before doing it, the chances of having a girl increase if the woman gets pregnant, not what you think... the other dicine!"
Oh heavens...
These days, although the duration of their activities has been limited each ti, it’s been almost daily, and she has already felt she’s had enough. There’s no way she would want him to take more...
Howard Geoffrey’s restless hand kneading the softness on Rebecca Quentin’s chest suddenly paused, his handso brow slightly raised, "Regulate male hormones?"
Rebecca Quentin nodded earnestly holding the bottle, "Yes, Isabella said she got it from a doctor friend... said if the man takes one before doing it, the chances of having a daughter are very high if the woman gets pregnant." Although she was shy while saying these words, her eyes were filled with anticipation.
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