CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: NO WAY, DID THE BED BREAK??

Holly looked at Blake Sinclair, who was holding something in his hand, glancing between the clothes and the screen, drawing out his words: "Did you...buy this?"

"This...this...this isn’t mine!"

Holly felt like she was on fire, wishing she could dive into the phone to explain, shaking her head so vigorously it was like it might spin off, "It’s really not! I didn’t buy it!"

Blake Sinclair puzzled, gave a small "Oh?"

He picked up the delivery box beside him, tapping twice on the recipient information, "But the number and name on this are yours... darling."

Darling?

The two words felt electrifying, piercing through the screen straight into Holly’s heart.

Her already flushed face deepened further in shade, almost dropping her phone, pacing anxiously in the room.

"It’s Celia! Celia bought it! I swear!"

She raised three fingers, her eyes earnest and pleading, as if she would bare her soul to prove her innocence.

Blake Sinclair, looking at her, had a grin that deepened in his eyes.

Having not heard from her in three days, and without those soft, cute bunny emojis, he felt an empty void, like a piece was missing.

Once you’ve tasted sweetness, returning to square one becomes a torment.

So at first sight of her message, he had "accidentally" spilled water on his pajamas and changed into a robe.

Yet, he hadn’t anticipated such a surprising delight.

Purposely, he pushed the two outfits closer to the camera, feigning confusion: "Celia? Why would she think to buy this for you?"

"She....!"

Holly was at a loss.

Should she tell him it was because she was "pursuing" him, so Celia came up with this silly idea?

She might as well disappear on the spot! She’d rather die!

"Just...don’t worry about it! It’s not like I bought it anyway!" she began to shirk responsibility.

Blake Sinclair didn’t press further, simply looked at the almost weightless fabric in his hand, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

Seeing his smile, Holly felt a tightening in her chest.

She blurted out: "Stop looking! Put it away! I swear, I...I don’t plan to wear it for you!"

Blake Sinclair’s gaze sharpened, a hint of danger in his voice: "Oh? Not planning to wear it for me? Then who do you plan to wear it for?"

"That’s not what I mean! I didn’t plan to wear it for anyone else either!"

Blake Sinclair wasn’t letting her off yet, fingering the clothing and looking at her, "Are you sure...you’ve never thought of wearing it for me?"

"Of course not! Absolutely not!"

"Why not? I feel...it suits you well."

His gaze hooked onto her, pausing before continuing, "Of course, that’s just my personal suggestion. After all, if Holly wears it, I’d be the only one who gets to admire it."

Holly was so anxious she almost jumped up, "Who...who would give you anything to admire, I won’t wear it for anyone! Put it away now!"

Seeing she was truly anxious, Blake Sinclair, not wanting to tease her further, folded the clothing and placed it back into the box, though the smile in his eyes hadn’t entirely faded.

Holly let out a sigh of relief, internally cursing Celia a hundred times, pretending to appear calm as she looked at Blake Sinclair, convincing herself she had just been dreaming.

Blake Sinclair moved his phone closer to his face, his features well-defined under the light.

"Coming back tomorrow?"

"Mm."

"I’ll pick you up."

"Oh...alright."

Neither spoke for a while, but when their gazes met, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken expectation and heat, making their mouths dry.

"Holly," he suddenly called softly.

"Mm?"

"Nothing," he chuckled, "just wanted to call you."

Though just a simple phrase, devoid of any overt meaning, Holly felt her face flush again.

"I...I’m going to sleep!"

"Alright, sleep well."

After bidding goodnight, Holly lay on her bed holding her phone, but the video call continued, neither of them willing to end it.

The lights went out.

The screen of the phone flickered in and out of illumination.

In the quiet night, their breaths were clearly audible.

After some time, faint, restrained whispers came through the receiver, tinged with a hoarse longing.

"Holly....Holly..."

"Mm...darling...."

...

The next morning.

Holly awoke groggily, reaching for her phone to check the time, but the screen was black.

No battery, auto shutdown.

After plugging it into the charger and freshening up, her phone booted up automatically.

Opening WeChat, on seeing the last line of text in the chat history with Blake Sinclair, her eyes widened.

Video call duration: eight hours!!??

No wonder the phone auto-shutdown.

She distinctly recalled saying she was going to sleep last night, yet neither had been willing to hang up first.

Later....

She seemed to still hear those few restrained groans near her ears.

Holly, covering her face, felt her face redden uncontrollably again.

The plane glided over Beldon’s horizon, landing at eight in the evening.

Following the flow of travelers out of the arrivals gate, she almost immediately spotted Blake Sinclair not far, looking down at his phone.

He was dressed in a simple casual shirt and trousers, standing tall and conspicuous amongst the crowd.

Simultaneously, her phone vibrated slightly, his call coming through.

She answered, and before he could speak, she gently said: "Turn around."

Amidst the bustling masses, their eyes met across the crowd.

At that instant of locking eyes, Holly’s heart skipped a beat; though only separated by three days, it felt like ages.

Blake Sinclair briskly walked towards her, the surrounding crowd blurring into the background.

Neither hung up the call.

Holly watched him cross through the masses, step by step reaching her.

He stopped in front of her, leaning slightly closer.

From the phone came his warm voice overlapping the breath in her ear, "Found you."

Simple as those four words were, Holly felt her heartbeat spiral out of control.

It felt like a small dove resided in her chest, ready to flutter its wings and fly away.

On the way back, Blake Sinclair drove slightly faster than usual.

The car was silent, the air conditioning winds whooshing, Holly could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

A seductive tension silently flowed inside the car.

Both knew implicitly, tonight was destined to be different.

Upon reaching Glynmere, taking the elevator up, Blake Sinclair held her hand the entire time.

Just after entering the house, without even turning on the lights, she was backed against the door by him, overwhelmed by fervent kisses.

Blake Sinclair grasped her waist, lifting her closer.

Holly obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, awkwardly yet eagerly responding.

As she regained some composure, she realized he was holding her, her legs instinctively winding around his waist.

"Holly...Holly....darling..."

He softly repeated her name, voice hoarse.

Briefly parting their lips, he lowered his forehead to hers.

In the darkness, his amber eyes were strikingly bright, filled with unhidden yearning, inviting surrender.

Holly, holding his face, breathed unevenly, "I...want to take a shower first."

"Alright."

He carried her to the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

The sound of water mingled with faint, stifled sobs.

Steam blurred the mirror, two overlapping handprints appeared unnoticed, water trails trickling down....

Emerging wrapped in mist, Holly was gently placed onto the bed.

As she laid down, she thought she heard a strange "creak" below, the mattress seemed to sway.

But before pondering further, Blake Sinclair leaned over her.

"Holly, look at me."

Holly raised her eyes, meeting the depth of his gaze filled with laughter.

His kisses followed, restrained after being long held back, leading her into an intoxicating deep sea.

The lights went out.

Just then, the creaking noise beneath became clearer.

"Creak....bang! Whirrr!"

The sound of breaking resounded.

An abrupt whirl.

The bed broke!!

Holly: "?!?"

Blake Sinclair: "...."