Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 247

Chapter 247:.

After leaving the bar, I lifted Louise’s hand and looked at the diamond ring on her finger.

“Gosh, Lulu! I’m so happy for you,” I exclaimed.

Louise smiled at me. It was rare to see her smile so tenderly. She put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me away. “Eve, honestly, I’m still not sure I’ve found my Lord. I just accepted on the spur of the moment. Do you think I should have thought about it more? Eve, if Felix betrays me or cheats on me, I’m going to cripple him,” she whispered in my ear.

Louise was a little drunk. At this moment, she seemed happy and worried at the same time. It was a pleasant surprise to see her acting more feminine.

I smiled at her and replied, “Lulu, I’m sure, for his own good, Felix is not going to betray you.”

When we got back to the villa, I checked to see that the living room lights were still on. The television was not on and Becky was sitting quietly on the couch.

“Have you had dinner yet?” asked Derek as he came in after changing his shoes.

He didn’t seem to care about the mistakes Becky had made. It was obvious he still cared about her.

Becky nodded in response, giving him a look with pleading eyes.

“Derek, Eveline, I’ve been contemplating for a whole day. And I’ve realized my mistakes,” she said.

For some reason, I didn’t dare believe he felt guilty about it.

I smiled and replied, “Okay. You’ve been forced to do it, so we can’t hold it against you. Try not to make a big deal out of it.”

Her eyes sparkled with surprise as she turned her face to me. I maintained eye contact with her and kept smiling. There was an underlying meaning beneath this calm eye contact.

After going upstairs, I went to take a shower. Meanwhile, Derek pulled out his laptop and sat down on the couch to take care of business.

Once the shower was over, I went to bed. A moment later, he closed the laptop and went into the bathroom. Soon I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of running water stopped and the bathroom door opened. For no apparent reason, I felt nervous, so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

Not even a minute passed when I felt the other side of the bed sink and soon he held me in his slightly damp arms.

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Then, I felt his chin on my hair as he slowly ran his hand through my pajamas. He began to caress my breasts and made me squirm with pleasure. I could no longer pretend to be asleep.

“Why are you shivering, are you cold?” he asked.

I could feel the proximity of his lips near the side of my face, and the warmth of his breath seeped into my ear.

“Of course I’m cold in this cold weather,” I said in an angry tone.

Derek laughed at my response. He grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to face him. Then he propped his head up with his hand, staring me straight in the eyes.

“Whenever the wife is cold, it’s probably the husband’s fault,” he said. Before I could respond, he continued, “As a husband, there are three things I should do in this kind of situation.”

“What are they?” I asked, curious about the answer.

Derek’s other hand slowly roamed down my body and a devilish smile appeared on his lips. “When my wife is cold, my duty is to warm her by being near her. Secondly, I must warm her heart with sweet words.

And last but not least, it is my responsibility to do some exercise with my wife in bed to make her warm and happy both inside and out.”

I was speechless. All I wanted was to have sex. I was amazed at how he managed to relate intercourse to the act of self-denial. I must admit he was an eloquent speaker.

“I’m not cold anymore.” I pulled away, but he held my waist and got on top of me.

“You should not exercise only when you feel cold. It is imperative that we get some exercise to improve our health. We must never forget that.” I had no idea how to react to that statement.

The moment he inserted his tongue into my mouth, I felt the taste of alcohol. “Have you been drinking wine behind my back?” I asked, pushing him away.

I had been watching him all night and, for all I knew, he couldn’t have had occasion to drink; not unless he drank on the sly when I was in the bathroom.

He lowered his head again, intending to kiss me. However, I pressed my hands against his chest to stop him and gave him a stern look.

A wry smile appeared on his lips. “I’ve had a little to drink. My friend succeeded with his proposal, so I couldn’t refuse to drink with him,” he said.

“Are you serious? Felix knows about your gastric problems, right? If you wanted to drink, you shouldn’t blame others,” I growled.

Gently, he ran his fingers over my face. He gave me a look, apparently touched by my concern. I noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Honey, every time you show me how much you care about me, I feel so good inside. It feels good to have someone care about me.” Suddenly, my heart ached. It felt like I was being stabbed with something sharp.

“I care about you, Derek, but I can’t be with you twenty-four hours a day. Your body belongs to you and you have to take care of yourself. Health is very important. Sometimes throwing money at a health problem doesn’t work.” He seemed amused by my words.

The dim, warm light from the bedside accentuated her face. A smile appeared on her lovely face as she moved closer and closer to me.

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