The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Baby Boss

Adrian had never taken care of a woman after sex – Christine was the first.

This was his first release after two months of going without, and even after coming once, his body was still burning with pent-up desire and restless energy. After a quick rinse under the shower, he stepped out to find Christine still slumped against the sink counter. She was half-conscious, curled up on the tiles, her head hanging low with damp hair concealing her dazed face.

He lifted her from the floor, removing the jewelry from her neck, then guided her under the shower, letting her sit on the edge of the tub. The warm water cascaded over her flushed skin, but she was too exhausted to respond. She leaned limply against his thigh, her wet hair flowing like a silk waterfall.

For once, he found the patience to properly care for her afterward. He dried her thoroughly, wrapped her long wet hair in a large towel, then carried her back to the freshly made bed and tucked her under the covers.

The room’s air conditioning had been turned up, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere.

James was still there, having stationed himself outside the room since Adrian emerged from the bathroom – maintaining proper discretion. Only when he heard Adrian put Christine to bed did James turn and enter the room to face his boss.

The earlier coffee had gone cold, so he brought in a fresh cup and placed it on Adrian’s desk. Glancing at the sleeping woman on bed, he spoke softly, “Boss, Dr. Wong did mention that… you know, it shouldn’t go on too long.”

Adrian shot him a look. “I kept it under control.”

“…”

James was speechless, unsure whether to compliment his boss’s stamina or feel sorry for Miss Christine.

After a moment’s hesitation, he carefully suggested, “Boss, most men usually… last between twenty to forty minutes. And since Miss Christine is pregnant with… baby boss, maybe it would be better to… keep it shorter.”

When James spoke up, he was ready to be cursed out or kicked from the room. But surprisingly, Adrian didn’t snap at him. He just pressed his lips together and looked away – perhaps pleased by the mention of “baby boss.”

That’s when James noticed his boss’s lips were unusually red and slightly swollen. Combined with the grossed-out face Daniel had made earlier, mimicking a kiss… could it be…?

James quickly shut down that train of thought. He didn’t dare stare at Adrian’s face, and the mental image forming in his head was already giving him a stomach ache.

Thank god Adrian waved him away, signaling he could get lost.

James swallowed hard and hurried toward the door. Before closing it, he caught one last glimpse: Adrian was walking to the bed.

He stood there, tall and imposing like a lonely lighthouse on the shore. The man gazed at the sleeping woman, then reached out, placing his large hand over her belly.

As if trying to feel the baby boss’s life within.

The sight stirred up mixed emotions in James.

Having worked for Adrian for so many years, he knew just how lonely his boss really was. Maybe Adrian wasn’t afraid of being alone, but humans are social creatures by nature. Every night, every holiday, every occasion meant for family gatherings – this man was always by himself.

Right now, James desperately wished Christine was really his boss’s wife.

Because then Adrian would have his own child, his own family, something of his own to look forward to… Maybe then, he wouldn’t be so alone anymore.

But that was impossible, and unfair for everyone — Boss, Miss Christine, and Mr. Ethan.

James lowered his head, quietly closed the door, and left them in peace.

Adrian still felt hot under his skin, so he went to the gym and ran for over thirty minutes before taking another shower. He noticed the jewelry on the bathroom counter, dried it, put it back in its case, and tossed it into Christine’s bag.

The reason he’d given Christine that jade brooch was simple.

He wanted to watch it dangle from her neck while he was fucking her, and when he wasn’t, she’d wear it on her chest.

Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman.

That was all.

It was past 2 AM now.

Adrian turned off the lights and walked to the bed in his bathrobe.

He’d never shared a bed with any woman before. When he lay down, he faced away from her, keeping his distance.

But he hadn’t expected Christine to be such a restless sleeper. She seemed trapped in a nightmare, breathing quick and shallow, tossing and turning. Her hands reached out randomly, grasping at air, occasionally hitting his back.

Adrian couldn’t sleep at all. Scowling, he turned to face her, studying her upturned profile.

The bedroom was pitch black except for a thin sliver of city light seeping through the curtains, casting a gentle veil over Christine’s sleeping face. Her cheeks still held that post-sex flush, her lips swollen with his faint teeth marks. Her long eyelashes cast dense shadows on her eyelids, leading down to her soft nose bridge, cute tip, and slightly parted lips.

She seemed to be mumbling something in her dream, her pink tongue visible between her trembling lips.

Adrian reached out to close her lips.

But Christine rolled toward his hand, turning to face him.

She stubbornly opened her mouth again and moved closer until she suddenly nuzzled into his chest. Her hair had dried, the towel coming loose, and her soft head pressed against his heart.

A nameless irritation rose in Adrian’s chest. He pushed her head away and turned his back to her.

The next moment, Christine’s warm, soft arms wrapped tightly around his waist, as if… begging him not to leave.

Adrian knew she must be mistaking him for Ethan.

His already furrowed brows darkened dangerously. He broke free from her embrace, intending to push her back to her side. But Christine, as if hurt by the rejection, rubbed her face against his back and let out a soft, needy whimper.

Adrian’s hand froze mid-air. This time, he turned back with anger burning in his chest.

His hand came down – but instead of pushing her away, it landed on her lips. His gaze fell to her belly beneath the covers, and thinking of the child within, he loosely gripped her mouth and bent down, biting her reddened lips without much force.

“Christine Blackwood.”

“Just this once.”

He whispered in his heart as he gripped the back of her neck, pulled her into his embrace, and closed his eyes heavily.

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