Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: The do something to distract me?
The next morning, Winter woke to the sight of Kalix’s handsome face. The way he gazed at her, full of silent admiration, made her heart swell with a warmth she couldn’t deny.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked the moment her smile touched her lips.

Winter recalled how restless the night had been, her mind tangled in thoughts, but Kalix’s tender care had soothed her enough to finally drift off.

“I did,” she murmured, pushing herself upright to face him. “But what about you, Kalix? You barely slept—and that worries me.”

She couldn’t ignore it anymore. His struggle with sleep wasn’t new to her. Even after tossing out the sleeping pills and trying every natural remedy, he rarely managed more than an hour of rest.

Kalix smiled softly, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over her skin, tracing the curve of her smile, his eyes filled with quiet adoration and unspoken love.

“I’m used to it, Angel. It’s nothing to worry about,” he assured her.

But Winter shook her head, her hand gently covering his before lowering it and lacing her fingers with his.

“You might think it’s nothing, but it’s slowly harming you, Kalix. You may not say it out loud, but I know it’s the thought of finding the person who killed your parents that’s keeping you awake.”

Kalix didn’t respond, because deep down he knew she was right. Ever since he’d discovered the truth behind his parents’ deaths, sleep had become a stranger. He had exhausted every lead, every method, but the answers remained just out of reach.

And now, after what his grandfather had revealed—the reason for his suspicion toward Byron, which was linked to the last call Richard ever made—Kalix found himself more conflicted than ever. Byron still insisted on his innocence, but the doubt lingered like a shadow.

“If it wasn’t him, then why would Richard mention the name Greyson?” Kalix’s voice was low, almost distant, his thoughts tangled in suspicion.

“See? Even now you’re thinking about it,” Winter’s soft voice pulled him from his trance, and a small smile tugged at his lips, stretching even wider.

“Then do something to distract me,” he teased, watching as a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

Unable to resist, Kalix leaned in, his warm breath fanning against her skin before pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. The simple gesture sent her heart fluttering.

“Will you?” His words weren’t a question—they were a quiet request, spoken with a softness that made her pause.

Winter pulled back slightly, taken aback by how deeply those two simple words affected her. Kalix had no idea just how much power his voice held over her, nor how fiercely she longed to be close to him. But every time she thought about lowering her guard, about letting herself fall, she couldn’t forget the wounds he carried—and the cruel truth behind them.

The name Dorothy lingered in her mind, sharp and bitter. The woman responsible for the pain etched into Kalix’s heart. And no matter how much she wanted to be his comfort, that shadow of cruelty always held her back.

Kalix noticed the shift in her expression—the way her thoughts drifted elsewhere—and without wasting a second, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his.

Winter was caught off guard, but the moment her thoughts cleared, she responded, matching his longing with her own. Her fingers slid through his soft, silky hair, deepening the kiss, her tongue brushing against his, seeking more.

Their breaths mingled, growing heavier with each passing second, as lips moved in sync—lapping, sucking, and exploring. What began as a soft, tender kiss quickly melted into something deeper, more consuming. Neither of them wanted to pull away. Neither of them could.

They both needed an escape. And giving in to the pull between them was the only distraction they craved—and the only one they were willing to surrender to.

With one swift motion, Kalix pulled Winter onto his lap, her warmth pressing against the growing hardness beneath his clothes.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, but before she could recover, Kalix captured her mouth in another deep, hungry kiss.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, anchoring herself to him as she slowly began to rock her hips. Even through the layers of fabric, the friction between them sparked a wave of pleasure that left them both breathless.

The contact, though limited, was overwhelming—igniting a craving neither of them could suppress.

“Kalix, I think we should—”

“No… don’t,” Kalix cut her off, his voice low and rough with desire, refusing to let her pull away as he continued to devour her lips.

Her hips moved instinctively, rocking against the hard length straining beneath his clothes, each movement driving them both closer to the edge. The friction, the heat, and the undeniable connection between them grew stronger until neither of them could hold back.

And then, with a shared gasp, they both came undone.

Kalix’s head dropped against her shoulder, their breaths ragged and uneven in the lingering haze of release. It was startling how just a touch—just the smallest contact—had ignited a fire within them, so fierce it burned through restraint and left them both breathless without even going further.

In that quiet aftermath, it became clearer than ever: being close to each other stripped away every wall, every hesitation. Simply being together had the power to expose the sides of themselves they usually kept hidden—the shameless, unguarded, and raw truth of their feelings.

Once the tension eased, Winter slowly climbed off his lap, her face still flushed with embarrassment. She avoided meeting his gaze as she slid off the bed, her heart racing and her thoughts scattered.

“I’ll go and clean myself,” she mumbled, and without waiting for a response, she hurried into the bathroom.

Kalix couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle at her shy retreat, finding her flustered reaction endearing. But the smile that lingered on his lips quickly faded when his phone began to ring.

His gaze flicked to the screen, and the moment he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened. Without a second thought, he answered the call and stepped out onto the balcony.

“Yes, Officer?” He greeted, his tone shifting to something more serious.