Everyone laughed cheekily.
Howard looked at Rebecca Quentin, whose cheeks were gradually turning red, appearing completely unbothered by the crowd’s teasing.
"I think we should wisely go do what we need to do... and not disturb others’ ’rest’," Christine Quinn deliberately emphasized the last two words.
Isabella laughed, leaning on Roger Leonard’s shoulder.
Following that, everyone tacitly dispersed, leaving ti and space for the newlyweds.
Rebecca Quentin bashfully said, "What are you doing... they’re all laughing at us!"
Howard wrapped his arms around Rebecca’s slender waist, rested his head against her forehead, and ambiguously retorted, "They’re not wrong!"
Rebecca gently broke free from Howard, "Hey, a lot of people are watching!"
"Then let them watch all they want."
"Ah?"
Before Rebecca could react, Howard lifted her up horizontally and headed straight toward the villa.
Rebecca buried her face in Howard’s chest, feeling all eyes around them following their every move.
Back in the room, Rebecca was tossed onto the large bed.
Rembering how she almost couldn’t get up from this bed in the morning, Rebecca uneasily pressed her hands against a certain soone’s chest as he leaned down.
"Hey... this is not okay..."
"Hmm?"
Rebecca complained, "I’m so tired today." Why was she exhausted all night, yet soone seed energetic the next day?
"Don’t move."
Saying this, soone had already unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a robust chest.
As soon as Rebecca saw his masculine charm, her willpower weakened.
Howard buried his head into her fragrant, soft shoulder nook, his whole body’s weight pressed on her, starting to nibble on her fair skin.
Rebecca gradually lost her ability to resist...
Her hand moved from its original position—pressed against his chest—and slowly climbed to his neck, coordinating with his burning kiss...
Suddenly, he slightly got up and swiftly removed both of their clothes.
Imdiately, his Apollo-like long and sturdy body lood over, covering her supple, flawless physique.
He lowered his head, gently kissing her all over, eliciting soft tremors from both of them.
Rebecca’s mouth released constant moans, further stoking his impulsive desires.
He reached out to part her legs, bending over...
At that mont, a childish voice ca from beside the bed, "Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?"
"Damn it!!"
He cursed softly, and Howard quickly used the blanket to cover Rebecca’s body, also slipping into the blanket himself.
Rebecca buried herself entirely under the blanket, unable to face anyone.
Howard frowned, looking at the innocent, wimpy kid standing by the bed, and asked, "How did you get here?"
The wimpy kid blinked his innocent eyes, seriously answering, "Aunt Isabella said Daddy and Mommy were playing hide-and-seek with Andrew, but Andrew hid for a long ti and Daddy and Mommy never ca to find ..."
Rebecca was under the blanket, listening to Andrew’s voice, and realized Andrew might have heard sothing he shouldn’t have under the bed, face turning beet red.
Howard instructed, "Go find Grandma, Daddy and Mommy aren’t available tonight."
The wimpy kid’s cute little body climbed onto the bed, drowsily rubbing eyes, "Daddy, Andrew wants to sleep."
In that instant, Howard’s face turned green.
Then Andrew crawled into the bed, squeezed between Daddy and Mommy, and fell asleep in no ti.
The beautiful wedding night seed only to exist in imagination!
Sunlight poured into the room, shining on the lazily entwined couple on the bed.
Rebecca softly moaned, as if just like every day for these past three months, she woke up from Howard’s embrace feeling content and relieved.
Soone’s hand was still inappropriately resting on her unclad waist, even in sleep, exuding his possessive dominance.
Rebecca carefully moved his strong arm from her waist, successfully freeing herself, then made a cheeky face at him.
The annoying guy, causing her to sleep until the afternoon, soon she’d be greeted by ambiguous looks from the servants.
Speaking of which, he should control himself a bit; she felt they had been leading a life of indulgence and excess lately, making her a bit overwheld... But, soone seed to be reveling in it, as he said, making up for the tornt he endured while she wasn’t by his side.
This led her to ponder the question: when she wasn’t with him, did he really not... uh, use so thod to resolve it?
Patting her own head, Rebecca’s face flushed as she suddenly realized she had beco sowhat impure.
When Rebecca got up, she patted soone, accusing him of corrupting her, then reached for the nightgown on the bedside table, not wanting to sleep in so late with him.
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