Chapter 143: Chapter 143
Maxwell lifted his hand and tightly grasped her jaw, coldly saying, "My child, even if someone were to kill him, it would only be me doing it with my own hands. You have no right! Do you understand?" His face was filled with anger!
Enduring the pain in her jaw, Flora stared at him and struggled to speak, "Maxwell! You're worse than a jerk, using a child as a target for your anger? Jerk!"
"Shut up!" Maxwell growled lightly, lowering his head to fiercely kiss her incessantly cursing lips. With one hand around her waist, he took a few steps before pushing her onto the bed, his robust body pressing down on her. It was forceful, yet carried a hint of gentleness, perhaps considering her current pregnant state; his movements were lighter than ever.
Flora's hands were pressed on both sides, staring at the face so close to hers, momentarily unsure of what to do. His kisses gradually dominated her lips and tongue, and between lips and teeth was his taste!
After kissing for a long time, he finally moved his lips slightly away, traveling down to her neck. Flora, already dizzy from the kisses, her heart pounding, still used the last shred of reason to weakly shout, "Maxwell! You're even forcing a pregnant woman. Bastard! Go find your fiancée!"
Maxwell sneered, looked at her flushed face, and mocked, "Do you think I'm forcing you? Flora! Your body is more honest than your heart. Don't worry, I'll take good care of our baby!" After speaking, he lowered his head again to continue kissing her body.
His words made Flora's face turn red with embarrassment. Why was she becoming so weak? Every time she fell under his teasing, it was truly detestable!
Sensing her thoughts, Maxwell chuckled evilly, and his warm hand slipped into her dress, gently caressing her body. He roamed around her flat stomach, and his mood suddenly became exceptionally good. Perhaps confirming that the child was his was more important than anything else!
Flora struggled and squirmed, her moral conscience telling her this was not right, she couldn't take another woman's fiance. She and he... They couldn't have feelings!
However, she couldn't break free. Her body was tightly encircled by him, and in the end, she couldn't resist his temptation, succumbing to the desire. Sexual pleasure controlled her thoughts completely. After all, she was only a mortal!
Feeling the subtle changes in her body, Maxwell became more excited. One hand supported on the soft bed, he tried not to put too much pressure on her body. After all, She was pregnant now, so every move he made was extremely cautious.
Flora naturally felt his different behavior, and in a daze, a slight sense of gratitude rose in her heart. Her hands unconsciously hugged his waist, responding to his passion. It was the first time she had taken the initiative to respond in such a passionate manner. Before, she had always gritted her teeth, enduring what felt like the greatest humiliation. In reality, she thought that the union between them was disgraceful!
She teased him, making him unable to endure any longer. He raised her legs, skillfully thrusting into her.
"Oh... Bastard," Flora screamed. Being invaded suddenly, she felt irritated, but her words lacked any power, more like a coquettish whimper.
"What are you saying?" Maxwell stopped, slightly lifting his head to mockingly assess her, "Even during such a time, are you cursing? Why now?"
"I said, you bastard... Oh~" Before she could finish her stubborn words, he thrust through her body. Pain and pleasure converged into a hot stream, torturing every cell in her body!
A series of curses gradually diminished, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally, in the passionate kiss between the two, the words faded away.
The next morning, when Flora woke up, Maxwell was already gone. She lazily turned over and lay on the soft bed, which was filled with Maxwell's unique scent. Thinking about the passionate night they had shared, her face flushed.
She couldn't help but think that he was a man full of energy, as he had been active all night and now disappeared early in the morning.
She got up and walked into the bathroom with a sore and weak body, then stepped out onto the terrace after cleaning herself up. Leaning on the railing, she watched the gardeners and maids tidying up the garden, feeling a sudden envy towards them.
At least they could breathe in the scent of flowers, while she had been locked up in the room for days, driven to the point of madness by boredom. Half of her body's soreness was caused by this. Although Maxwell had not restricted her freedom throughout the entire Smith Family mansion, for safety reasons, she chose to stay in the bedroom.
Through a tree, she saw someone swimming in the pool - a figure rising and sinking. Soon after, she heard Robin's laughter. Flora then realized that it was Maxwell teaching Robin how to swim.
She had thought he had disappeared somewhere early in the morning, but in reality, he was swimming downstairs. What a heavenly lifestyle! Flora stared intently at the swimmer's alluring body, glistening in the golden sunshine. He was enchanting enough to make the maids cleaning the garden secretly shift their gaze towards the pool.
He was deliberately tempting others! Flora disdainfully snorted. Just as she was about to turn and go back inside, Betty happened to push open the door and walked in. Seeing Flora awake, she smiled and said, "Flora, you're awake?"
"Yeah," Flora glanced at the messy bed and slightly nodded her head, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Betty quickly tidied up the bed and then said to her, "Big Young Master instructed you to go outside for a walk more often. It's good for you and the baby. Let's go, I'll accompany you."
Flora hesitated for a moment and instinctively shook her head, saying, "No, it's not necessary."
Joking aside, if she accidentally bumped into Chiyoko, she and her baby might not survive. And there's Mrs. Smith. She dare not provoke them.
Seeing Flora's concern, Betty reassured her, "Don't worry, with Big Young Master at home, no one would dare to harm you. Let's go." Big Young Master had given her this task, and she had to persuade Flora to go out no matter what!
Flora knew that moderate exercise was beneficial for the baby, and she couldn't stay in the room for a whole year. After hesitating for a while, she finally mustered the courage to step out of the room with Betty.
The house was somewhat quiet inside; probably, everyone was still asleep, Flora thought. When passing by Chiyoko's room, she unconsciously quickened her pace, as if as she was afraid that Chiyoko would jump out of the bedroom at any moment.