Justin Xavier’s strong waist tensed quickly. He looked down and saw Leah Thorne lying on his lap, her watery eyes fixed on his handso face, and her restless little fingers kept crawling upward.
Justin Xavier’s throat contracted, and he grabbed her small hand, "What do you think you’re doing, huh?"
Leah, with a vast gap between theory and practical experience, was doing this kind of... naughty thing for the first ti. Now caught red-handed, she bit her red lip with her pearly teeth, "I... I care about your health..."
Justin stuffed her little hand under the quilt and moved her body off his leg, tucking her entirely under the quilt, "Stop it, go to sleep."
Oh dear...
Leah’s face flushed red. Was she being rejected?
Surely, she couldn’t forcefully strip his pants to take a look.
Leah shuffled down, burying her face under the quilt, feeling utterly embarrassed.
At that mont, weight pressed onto her body. Justin ca over and pulled the quilt off her face, "Isn’t it stuffy sleeping like this?"
Leah refused to co out, burying herself in the quilt, whining cutely, "Mind your own business. I’m not stuffy at all. Just go back to your docunts!"
Justin watched her small, moving bundle and heard her faintly coquettish and grumbling voice. How could he focus on his docunts when his heart was already itching because of her?
Since they had broken the barrier of intimacy, she had been passive in bed. He had never enjoyed her initiative side before, but now she was taking the lead, yet his body...
Justin leaned his handso face closer, kissing her little face through the quilt, planting kisses everywhere, "Mrs. Xavier, are you... in the mood?"
His kissing action was like a piglet rooting around. Leah hadn’t even pushed him away when she heard him ask in an incredibly seductive, magnetic voice if she was in the mood.
What?
What on earth was he talking about?
"Justin Xavier, I’ve realized you’re really annoying. I’m ignoring you!" Leah turned around and really ignored him.
Justin feared that if they continued, there would be no way to resolve it, so he had to release her and return to his docunts.
...
In the dead of night.
Leah was already sound asleep. Justin uncovered the quilt, revealing her soft and charming little face, flushed pink from the heat. Her lashes, thick as a comb, hung down obediently, her chestnut curls draped by her cheek, a pure and sweet combination that made it hard for anyone to look away.
Justin, still awake, focused on the scar on her right cheek. Although he didn’t mind the scar, he knew she did. That scar robbed her of her sense of security.
Her face was a masterpiece, and the scar marred its perfection, rendering her less perfect. He intended to find a way to help repair that scar. After all, she was his cherished rose, and it was his duty to provide for her, keep her as beautiful as a flower.
Justin tenderly kissed her forehead, entranced.
Leah, in her drowsy state, felt soone kissing her. She opened her sleepy eyes, bewildered to see Justin still awake, "What ti is it? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?"
Justin cradled her in his arms, holding her small hand in his large one, whispering apologetically, "Sorry if I woke you."
It wasn’t the noise that woke her... it was being kissed awake.
Leah checked the ti; it was already past two in the morning, with absolute silence outside. A dim lamp was the only light in the hospital room. His black eyes bore faint red streaks, as he too was a recently awakened patient and needed rest.
Leah felt a pang of heartache. Her small hand reached out, tugging at his clothes, softly asking, "Justin Xavier, why aren’t you sleeping?"
Now they were squeezed together in a small hospital bed, with her nestled in his arms. Justin gazed deeply at her, "Because... I’m afraid if I fall asleep, you’ll slip out of my arms."
Leah felt a sharp twinge in her heart. She knew he was referencing the tis she’d sneak off to sleep in the cabinet alone at night.
"Did you also stay awake like this before?"
"At first, yes. But then I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find you gone from my arms, and gradually, I started being too afraid to close my eyes. I just wanted to watch over you so you’d stay in my embrace and not leave."
Leah’s lashes quivered as tears quickly welled in her pale eyes. She slowly raised her hand to caress Justin’s handso face, noticing the persistent forlorn darkness clouding his once aloof and indifferent eyes.
"Justin Xavier, are you... sick?" she asked, her eyes turning red.
In the quiet night, Justin lightly pinched her little nose, gentle as water, "I don’t know. I only know that I am sick, and you are the cure; that’s all that matters."
Leah burrowed into his embrace, tears falling. She pouted, nuzzling her little face against his chest, Justin Xavier, how can I bear to leave you like this?
...
Justin Xavier had left for the office, and Leah had seen him off at the hospital. Even after his luxurious car disappeared from view, she stood there, reluctant to leave.
Then, she overheard so won gossiping,
"Wasn’t that President Xavier just now? Let tell you a shocking secret: President Xavier is now impotent, basically... a eunuch!"
"What? What nonsense are you talking about? How can President Xavier possibly be?"
"This news is absolutely true. I have a friend who’s a doctor and heard that President Xavier’s downstairs was injured with scissors, so he doesn’t have that function anymore!"
"Oh my, how could this happen? Such a pity! That’s President Xavier, the dream man of every debutante and heiress!"
These voices clearly reached Leah’s ears, and her little hands hanging by her sides quickly clenched into fists. She turned to face those gossiping won, "Did President Xavier personally tell you he’s impotent?"
The gossiping won froze.
Leah gave a cold smile, "Since he didn’t, let this be the last ti I hear you talking about him behind his back. Next ti, I’ll sue you for defamation."
With that said, Leah walked away.
The won had already recognized Leah. They were quite dissatisfied and imdiately sneered,
"Oh, isn’t this the beauty, Leah Thorne? I saw she was disfigured on the trending searches. I didn’t believe it before, but now I do. The top red rose has turned into an ugly monster, haha."
"Leah Thorne, your affair with President Xavier could fill a novel. How exactly did President Xavier get injured? Did he hurt himself while playing with your little toys? After all, everyone knows President Xavier has so... peculiar tastes."
"Poor President Xavier, all the money and for what? He’s not even a man anymore, hahaha."
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