"Co now, Ethan Caldwell, be a little more serious." Julian Sterling could not help but swat at the hand that was caressing his stomach. Sotis he had to ask himself who exactly was the one who had been drugged here. He had not even reacted yet, but the man in front of him was already acting as if he had been fed aphrodisiacs by soone.
Perhaps the look of exhaustion on Julian Sterling’s face was too obvious, so much so that Ethan Caldwell felt pained just looking at it. He did not tease him anymore, but only carefully massaged Julian Sterling’s waist. The room suddenly beca significantly quieter; Ethan Caldwell did not say anything, while Julian Sterling was too tired to even want to speak.
A long while later, Julian Sterling’s voice finally murmured out: "Ethan Caldwell, do you want a child?"
A child, tiny, with short hair and chubby cheeks, legs toddling running behind, mouth ceaselessly calling out Daddy.
In his previous life, Julian Sterling had never thought about the matter of getting married, let alone the matter that he would have a child. Part of it was because he did not like girls anyway. In Julian Sterling’s perception, having no feelings for soone but forcing them to bear a child for oneself... It sounded like those scumbags who cheated in love and cheated in marriage.
Actually, artificial insemination would also be fine, but Julian Sterling did not like it. Julian Sterling’s life in the previous incarnation had been too exhausting; he had never truly felt the warmth of a family. Julian Sterling had never been truly happy, so he felt he would be jealous if in the future there was a little one raised by himself in happiness.
It sounded a bit selfish, didn’t it?
But also precisely because he had never been truly happy, Julian Sterling was not sure that he would raise a happy little child. If he could not give it the warmth of a family, then it would be better not to let it appear in this world.
A child cannot choose the place where they are born; if they cannot, then it is better not to let them have to struggle in the midst of this wretched life.
Sotis living is also a type of punishnt, and existing is also a pain.
But in this world, it was different. Actually, for a long ti now, Julian Sterling also gradually could not define happiness anymore. He had never had it, so sotis he could not understand it thoroughly either. However, Julian Sterling still realized that Ethan Caldwell and Grandpa Arthur both treated him very well.
He could see the love from the eyes that the old Grandpa Arthur held for Ethan Caldwell.
In an environnt like that, growing up surely would not be too bad, right?
"You like them?" Ethan Caldwell’s question pulled back Julian Sterling’s thoughts which were still drifting in a faraway land. He tilted his head to look at the man, then shook his head.
Did Julian Sterling like children?
The image of the little child with round almond eyes, glistening as they called out Daddy, appeared again.
Julian Sterling did not like children. Those children who were adorable like that, he only saw on videos on the network. In Julian Sterling’s world, children originating from the wealthy crowd were all a bunch of old foxes.
They were not very old, yet inside their heads, they were already full of sches.
This life of struggling with power and status, praising the high and trampling the low, restricted within rules, had soon caused those children to lose their innocence.
"I do not like them either." Ethan Caldwell said, and again used his thumb to rub the corner of Julian Sterling’s lips: "Since the age of eighteen, after I ca out to Grandpa, he already knew that in this life there would not be any biological grandchild. In Grandpa’s branch of the family tree, the only person remaining with direct bloodline is alone."
"The Caldwell family does not accept an illegitimate child."
"Even if it is surrogacy, it is not allowed, because the remaining half of the bloodline of that child does not co from a legal spouse."
"So, Julian Sterling, even if you do like children, it would not have any aning anyway."
Julian Sterling heard this point and burst out laughing. He knew that "would not have any aning" ant that even if he wanted to, he would not be able to find anyone to bear a child for him. Whether it was surrogacy, or having an affair, Ethan Caldwell would also crush that opportunity to death before it appeared.
Ah, perhaps there were tis he would even crush him to death too.
"Who would even crave having a child anyway?" Julian Sterling grumbled, then switched to teasing Ethan Caldwell: "But what if there was a child carrying the bloodline of both and you?"
"Oh, my darling, by what thod?" Ethan Caldwell used his finger to push at his forehead: "Is it that recently you have been too idle so you read nonsense again, thinking wildly all day, right?"
"Who knows." Julian Sterling’s fingers glided over Ethan Caldwell’s face, then slid gradually down, stroking the Adam’s apple that was protruding: "It must depend on whether General Director Caldwell tries hard enough or not."
Ethan Caldwell’s eyes darkened slightly, seemingly sensing the heat on his body appearing once again. He also realized that the body lying in his embrace was beginning to not be well-behaved; that small waist in his hand was twisting, and the calf was also seemingly there and seemingly not rubbing against his leg.
He did not know if it was because this story provoked desire, or if the drug was exerting its effect again. But Ethan Caldwell knew that Julian Sterling had disregarded everything, deciding to let himself drift along with the desire.
Let it be then, this temperant was also raised by him after all. Ethan Caldwell sighed; he also did not know why he had just brought this kid ho not long ago, yet from a lop-eared rabbit, he had turned into a little succubus wringing people dry.
He had to accept it then.
Ethan Caldwell bent down, capturing the rosy lips that were moving and chattering. The sound of lips and tongue intertwining rang out, making one blush to the ears. This kiss made the desire of the two people rise even higher.
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