CHAPTER 141: CHAPTER 141: ADDICTED

Looking at his still stern face.

Holly gathered her courage again.

Come on, think, you idiot!

Where are my high-EQ internet sisters? Why aren’t they leaving comments yet?

I really miss that strategist Celia a lot.

Holly rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, "Actually, there’s something I haven’t told you. I went to the hospital yesterday because my leg’s been hurting for almost a week."

Blake Sinclair’s expression changed, and he instinctively bent down, nervously wanting to check her knee, "Where does it hurt? How long has it been?"

Holly grabbed his hand with a serious look in her eyes, "The doctor took an x-ray and said... there seems to be something in my bone."

Blake Sinclair’s voice tensed, "What thing? Is it serious?"

Seeing his anxious look, Holly couldn’t help it anymore, she tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "After the x-ray, we found out that it was my love for you deep in my bones."

After she finished, she added a playful wink and made a heart shape with her hand.

Blake Sinclair: "..."

Holly tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth from turning upward, but although the man in front of her had softened slightly in his eyes, his expression remained as steady as a rock.

So aloof?

No wonder he’s such a calm person, showing no emotion.

Her fighting spirit only grew, and she was also somewhat defiant.

"So handsome! Hubby, you’re so handsome! Wow, wow! Eight-pack abs! So handsome, so handsome! Handsome and free-spirited!"

"...."

Watching his slightly furrowed brow, Holly sighed helplessly in her heart.

As expected, thirty-year-old men don’t surf the internet; he’s never even heard of such a popular song.

She had to switch to a more down-to-earth approach.

"My hubby looks so handsome when he’s angry, and even with a cold face, he’s handsome. If he could smile a bit, he’d be even more, more, more handsome."

"Hmph," he chuckled coldly, but there was a noticeable flicker in his eyes.

"If he could kiss me, he’d be unbelievably handsome."

Holly stood on her tiptoes, eagerly leaning toward his lips, gently coaxing him.

Blake Sinclair looked at the person so close to him and her approaching lips but wasn’t buying it.

He deliberately turned his face away, still acting prideful.

Holly reached out and forcefully turned his face back.

Yet he deliberately turned away again.

Back and forth, Holly couldn’t stand his pretense any longer, lost her patience, and squinted her eyes, retreating from his embrace.

Trying to coax you, giving you some face, and you’re acting high and mighty?

She crossed her arms, lamenting to herself, "I guess I’m not good at comforting people. Forget it, I’ll go learn how to comfort you and come back later."

As she said that, she pretended to turn toward the bathroom door.

But before she could take a step, her wrist was firmly grasped from behind.

"Who do you want to learn from?"

Holly, with her back to him, smirked slightly but still feigned helplessness, "I don’t know, maybe I’ll ask Aiden. He’s got a good temper, and he’s bound to have some experience. If that doesn’t work, I’ll check out the comment sections of handsome guys online."

Hearing Aiden Jenson’s name, Blake Sinclair’s lurking jealousy began to bubble, and hearing she wanted to learn from handsome guys made his blood feel like vinegar, the sourness rushing straight to his head.

He just wanted to hear her coax him and say nice things, but he never expected to be toyed with.

His arm tightened, pulling her back into his embrace from behind, securely locking her in, "You’re not allowed to!"

Holly secretly laughed to herself.

I once took two years of child psychology in college.

Ha, men are easy; I’ve got this under control!

Just a little brat, can’t handle you?

But on the surface, she kept up her angry appearance, "I haven’t even gotten back at you yet! You caused tonight’s drama, after all! Shannon Yarrow’s gaze at the police station was almost like she was physically clinging to you."

Upon hearing this, Blake Sinclair instantly dropped his pretense of pride.

"Holly, I’m sorry. This matter, I’ll definitely make it right."

Where she couldn’t see, a sharp glint flashed in Blake Sinclair’s eyes.

Shannon Yarrow thought the law couldn’t find evidence against her, and she could brush tonight’s events under the rug.

But how could he let it go?

Anyone who dares to mess with him must pay a price.

Zion Pence is like that, Mia Chapelle was like that, and Shannon Yarrow can’t escape either.

But Holly doesn’t need to know about these dark matters; she just needs to live in the sunshine, forever loved.

Blake Sinclair smoothly turned her around in his arms, cradling her face, "In my heart, there’s only ever been you."

All of Holly’s anger had faded long ago, but she still wouldn’t relent, "Only me, so why do I have to coax you?"

Blake Sinclair suddenly let out a low laugh, leaning in closer.

"Hmm, my mistake. Since Holly doesn’t know how to coax someone, how about I coax you instead?"

His warm breath fell on her ear, with a seductive magnetism, "I know best how to make you happy, how to make you addicted."

With those words, a scorching kiss landed, instantly taking away all of Holly’s breath and ability to think.

The shower switch was accidentally turned on, and steam filled the air again, denser than before.

The scent of jasmine and cedar intertwined once again, indistinguishable from each other.

On the smooth tile wall, water droplets slowly slid down, initially leaving two clear trails, gradually converging and ultimately merging, falling silently to the floor.

Amidst the hazy mist, the wall was now covered with crisscrossing water trails, some trying to linger, but ultimately having to unwillingly fall, joining the flowing water.

The water flowed endlessly, the mist pervasive.

Water trails were formed and extinguished, extinguished and formed again.

In the chaos, only the initial entwining remained.

Lost in desire and confusion, Holly had just one muddled thought, "The shower was for nothing."

After the passion subsided, Holly was carried to the bed, thinking she could finally sleep peacefully, but the man’s kisses rained down again.

She had no choice but to endure his storm once more.

Holly pushed him, "Enough, I want to sleep."

"But Holly said before, no means yes."

People really can’t empathize with their past selves.

Blake Sinclair’s deep voice sounded in her ear, "It’s okay if Holly doesn’t understand, I can slowly teach you. The first lesson today is, to see what someone wants, you have to look not only at what they say, but also...

"What their body desires..."

He scooped Holly up by the waist, "Holly, I know exactly what you want."

Everything before her eyes blurred, her vision filled with a shimmering glow.

In a daze, a post she’d come across online randomly flashed through Holly’s mind:

[What kind of man makes you head over heels?]

The comments below were plentiful, each others’ interpretations.

Knows how to coax and when to stop.

Knows how to coax but doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t coax and doesn’t stop.

And the top-rated reply was: Knows how to coax, knows when to stop, but more importantly, makes you beg him not to stop.

At the time, Holly scoffed at this statement, thinking it was an exaggeration.

But tonight, she personally experienced Blake Sinclair’s careful manipulation and understood the essence of this statement.

The moonlight was hazy, and the mood was tender.

Looking at the sleeping face of the person in his arms, Blake Sinclair’s heart was filled with contentment and peace.

That night, all the thrills, fears, and worries transformed into deeper affection.

He gently kissed her forehead.

But just before sleep overtook him, a phrase Holly said at the hospital floated through his mind:

"We’ve been thinking about trying for a baby."

In the dead silence, this sentence became even clearer in his mind.

Was she serious?

If she truly wanted it.

Then he...