The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Sweet

Until he says stop?

Christine froze. She thought… it would only be tonight.

But Adrian had already gone into the inner room, leaving her standing alone in the office.

In the quiet air, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the bustling city nightscape.

On this ordinary evening, she faced a crucial choice: stay or leave.

Christine took a deep breath, clutching her bag tightly. She turned first, taking two steps toward the exit, then stopped. Biting her lip, she glanced around, closed her eyes, and turned back, walking toward the inner office.

She didn’t know if she was making the right choice, nor what would happen from now on. She only knew that her family… was worth risking everything for.

At this point, she couldn’t think about the future.

Besides, Adrian could have any woman he wanted. Christine was well aware of her position – his “stop” shall arrive very soon.

Plus, she was already pregnant, carrying a living child. How far would Adrian really go with her? He knew that if anything happened to this baby… she might just let go of everything.

After all, this is the child of Ethan, and he wouldn’t leave his brother in despair.

Lost in these thoughts, she had made her choice. This was her first time entering the inner room of Adrian’s office. She was greeted by familiar black, white, and gray decor, very similar to his room at home.

A long gray desk, a wall of bookshelves, a coffee table, and in the center, a large black bed, with a bathroom and walk-in closet to the side.

Unlike his home, though, this space showed more signs of work. The shelves were filled with various art portfolios and files she could not identify. On the desk sat a glass, a stack of documents covered in numbers, and a book left open halfway through.

The gray carpet was clean and soft. Christine removed her shoes and socks, leaving them by the door, and stepped barefoot onto the plush carpet. Although she’d already showered at home, she couldn’t refuse Adrian’s request for another shower.

Unsure how long Adrian would take, she placed her bag on the coffee table and took out her phone to check unread messages before setting it to silent. That’s when she spotted the elegant wooden box in her bag. It was Adrian’s gift to her after Labor Day, which she’d deliberately packed to bring along.

Two months ago, she’d looked up the price of Paraiba tourmaline online – the gift was far too expensive for her to accept. The day she received it, she’d asked Sophie to leave the box on Adrian’s desk, but two months had passed, and the man hadn’t returned home even once. The precious gift had sat lonely on his desk all this time.

She had to return it to him properly, face to face.

She just hadn’t had the chance.

Just as she hesitantly took out the box, standing there uncertain what to do, Adrian emerged from the bathroom.

He was barefoot in a loose bathrobe, steam rising from his skin. As he walked, he ran his fingers through his hair, long fingers combing back the damp strands from his forehead.

His gaze moved from Christine’s face to the wooden box, and his eyebrows lifted. In a few long strides, he was standing before her.

“What’s this about?” he asked, his tone rising dangerously.

Those lead-gray eyes bore into Christine, the man’s gaze like wet diamonds – mesmerizing yet sharp and dangerous.

Startled by his tone, Christine carefully held out the gift box with both hands: “This… it’s too expensive.”

Afraid to refuse him directly, fearing his anger might trigger something frightening, she kept her head down, choosing her words with extreme care: “I… I don’t think… I should…”

The weight of his stare felt physical, hovering in the air around Christine, making it hard to breathe.

“Give it here,” he said after a few seconds.

Give it…? Wait, he didn’t seem… angry?

Christine looked up bewildered, studying his face uncertainly. Ignoring her questioning look, he extended his right hand and took the box from her. Their skin inevitably touched, his broad knuckles brushing against her palm, warm.

The next moment, he stepped around her and walked toward the walk-in closet.

That intense, sharp energy suddenly dissipated. Christine didn’t dare speak further, quickly gathered her bag, and hurried into the bathroom.

At home in the shower, she had prepared herself thoroughly. She started with her fingers, gently exploring herself, but remembering Adrian’s impressive size and notorious impatience, she hesitated before finally retrieving that familiar box from under her bed, selecting a medium-sized toy.

It had been over two months since her last encounter with Adrian. Her body still remembered the overwhelming sensation of being filled and stretched – that almost frightening pain and pleasure. Under the shower spray, she spread her legs shamefully, working the toy in and out of herself repeatedly. Only when she could take its full length comfortably did she finally dry off, get dressed, and leave.

She showered again in Adrian’s bathroom, mentally preparing herself before stepping out barefoot. There was no point in being shy now. She removed her robe, completely naked, and walked step by step toward his bed.

Adrian lay on the black bed.

He appeared to be sleeping, eyes closed. Perhaps from drinking tonight, his eyes had a hint of redness at the corners, betraying his fatigue.

His legs were so long they took up half the bed. His robe lay loose, revealing sculpture-like muscles underneath, his broad, firm body rising and falling steadily with each breath.

Christine rarely saw him sleeping – he looked almost peaceful, completely different from his fury earlier.

Finally, her gaze fell on Adrian’s hand resting on his chest. He was holding that brooch, pink and gold gemstones gleaming as they moved between his long fingers.

In ordinary hands, this brooch might have been destined for a museum, or carefully preserved with gloves in some collection. Yet he simply rolled it between his fingertips, handling it as casually as if it were some common trinket.

As if sensing her footsteps, Adrian opened his eyes slightly, looking at her naked body through half-lidded eyes in the dim light.

Then he lifted his hand, crooking his finger, beckoning her to his side.

Christine carefully tiptoed, steadying herself as she climbed onto Adrian’s bed.

The air conditioning was set low, the sheets frighteningly cool. She shivered, lost her balance on the soft mattress, and stumbled to her knees before him.

Too close.

She steadied herself with her hands, flustered. In Adrian’s view, those two full, round breasts swayed slightly, filling all his sight.

Three months pregnant, her body had filled out a bit, her waist and belly like a smooth, graspable sphere, and her breasts especially seemed larger.

Adrian extended his right index finger, tracing upward from below, his warm fingertip slowly sliding along her cleavage, finally stopping at the center of her delicate collarbone.

Then he took out the brooch, removing the metal pin. Christine was surprised to find the pin was detachable, with a small loop hidden on the back. He produced a fine silver chain and threaded it through the loop.

Adrian leaned forward, placing the million-dollar tourmaline around her neck.

His fingers brushed up her long hair. The jewelry and chain were cool against her skin, making her shiver involuntarily. The sparkling gems trembled with her movement, like stars falling into an ocean of soft skin.

The gesture was intensely intimate, like lovers exchanging symbols of eternity. Christine could almost hear Adrian’s heartbeat.

She couldn’t understand: wasn’t he going to take her? Why was he adorning her with jewelry… when she had meant to return it to him in the first place?

Anxiously, she followed his appraising gaze, first at the jewelry, then at her face.

It wasn’t an extraordinary face – Adrian had seen many women, far more beautiful and sexy, far more skilled at pleasing him. Yet now, adorned with the jewelry, her beauty became otherworldly.

Her face was flushed pink, like a startled deer in the forest, showing confusion yet submission. Her cheeks were soft and delicate, lips slightly parted, nose perfect, eyes blinking with long lashes casting dense shadows. Below, the luxurious jewelry hung heavy on her slender neck, where a red mark from his grip months ago still faintly remained.

When she spoke, her eyes sparkled with moisture, reflecting colors more vibrant than the pink tourmaline.

“Adrain… should I… well…cover my eyes?”

Even her voice was soft, carrying a gentleness that seemed able to embrace and endure everything.

Her body – though sharing the same bed, should have carried the same cedar scent as his, yet he caught a sweet fragrance, perhaps from her body wash, perhaps her natural scent. At his nose, it was like the scent of spring.