The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Apple Pie

Adrian glanced at her, giving a expressionless nod as acknowledgment.

Seeing the eldest boy coming downstairs, Martha invited Adrian to join them for pie, saying it was rare for everyone to be together, especially during the holiday. They should create a festive atmosphere – a lively gathering was what made a home feel like home.

Adrian said nothing, taking a seat across from Christine.

Sophie had prepared a simple papaya salad and brewed coffee, suggesting they could have it with the apple pie. The mingled aromas of cinnamon, coffee, and papaya, along with Sophie’s occasional laughter, instantly made the living room feel vibrant and relaxed. Christine gave the girl a grateful look.

After everyone was seated, Sophie began serving the apple pie. Earlier, Christine had helped Sophie with the pie crust for a few pieces. Being new to making apple pies and not particularly skilled, the patterns she made were quite ugly – twisted and crooked like a child’s prank.

Surprisingly, Adrian ended up with one of her misshapen pieces.

Christine couldn’t help but smile as she watched the usually serious man pick up the oddly-shaped pie, take a bite, chew, and swallow without any change in expression – the contrast was too amusing.

When she smiled, she was beautiful. Her black hair fell softly, and her usually cool, distant face turned pink. Her eyes curved like blooming flowers, gentle and captivating.

Adrian looked up at her, and she quickly lowered her head, taking a sip of coffee.

Soon after, Adrian’s phone on the table vibrated. He checked – it was Kiko.

He answered, and a woman’s coquettish, hurt voice came through.

“Mr. Blackwood, what was that about yesterday? Can you at least explain?”

The night before, Kiko had waited for Adrian in the Ritz-Carlton’s Presidential Suite for nearly two hours. She’d worn a sheer outfit specially chosen to show off her curves through the gauzy fabric – sensual yet elegant. But when Adrian entered the suite, he’d taken one look at her body and simply turned and left.

Kiko was angry and hurt. All her life, men had fallen at her feet – she’d never had to chase after anyone. But she just couldn’t bring herself to give up on Adrian. When he didn’t respond to her texts, she decided to call.

The dining table suddenly went quiet. Christine could faintly hear the woman’s voice, melodious like silver bells.

She looked up, spearing a piece of papaya from her salad, and glanced at Adrian.

Adrian’s expression remained unchanged, characteristically detached, his deep eyes cast downward. He responded coldly into the phone, “Busy,” then hung up.

Somehow, Christine suddenly remembered the last time she’d heard Adrian say “busy” – while he was on the phone and fucking her in the bedroom.

The inappropriate memory flooded her mind, making her face flush. She lowered her head and stuffed another bite of sweet pie into her mouth.

She missed the way Adrian’s eyes lingered on her lips.

After they’d eaten for a while, with Sophie’s jokes making Christine smile, Adrian suddenly stood up, grabbed his suit jacket and phone, and headed for the door.

Martha asked if he was going to work. He gave a faint “mm” in response. She then asked if he’d be home for dinner tomorrow, and if she should prepare lunch. Adrian was already too far away for Christine to hear his answer.

Finishing her last bite of pie, she suddenly understood: maybe he wasn’t going to work, but to meet the woman from the phone call.

It made sense, given his strong appetites.

Remembering Adrian’s savage behavior in bed made her legs weak. She quickly stood up to help Sophie wash dishes and clean the kitchen.

That night, Christine went to bed early.

Confirming her pregnancy and Ethan starting chemotherapy had given her renewed hope. She hugged Ethan’s pajamas, expecting to dream of her beloved husband, but instead, Adrian appeared in her dreams again.

She dreamed she was six months pregnant, wearing a plain dress, her belly prominently showing.

Adrian was taking her on his office desk. She lay back, protecting her belly with her hands, her clothes and bra torn by him, her breasts swaying in the air as she cried, begging him to stop.

He ignored her pleas, thrusting wildly and savagely into her repeatedly. In the dream, his brows furrowed, lips tight, sexy eyes narrowed like a fierce predator.

Suddenly, a woman burst in, demanding to know what Adrian was doing – Christine screamed in fear, her walls clenching, but Adrian only drove into her harder, lifting her up with legs spread wide, showing their joining to the strange woman.

Christine tried to cover herself in horror, but a hot rush burst from her womb –

She woke up.

The dream felt too real. The sensation of being taken left her parched, and half-awake, she squeezed her thighs together under the covers, finding herself wet, her core slowly leaking onto her underwear.

Then she heard car wheels on the pavement outside, getting closer, entering the garage.At this hour, it could only be Adrian returning home.

Christine instinctively panicked, sitting up to look out the window. The erotic dream merged with her heavy breathing, her heart pounding in fear. But then she remembered – she was pregnant now, their deal was over. He had no reason to come to her.

Finally reassured, Christine lay back down, closing her eyes and burying her face in the soft pillow, clutching Ethan’s pajamas tightly.

She planned to wait until Adrian was in his room before getting up to change her underwear.

Adrian must have taken the garage elevator straight to the second floor. His footsteps echoed, getting closer, then stopped at his bedroom door. The sound of his door opening followed.

Christine let out a breath of relief.

But before she could fully relax, his footsteps started again, stopping right outside her room.

The next moment, she heard the door to her and Ethan’s bedroom open.

Christine lay with her back to Adrian, staring wide-eyed into the darkness, confused.

Why was he at her room?

What did he want?

In the darkness, she heard Adrian standing silently at the doorway, perhaps watching her lying figure on the bed.

After several long seconds, he closed the door and turned away.