Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Alaric Blackwood, You’re Insane

Their breathing intertwined.

Her heart pounded, her cheeks flushed.

Sophie Shaw’s back was pressed against the headboard with nowhere to go. She instinctively turned her face away, only for the man to cup her chin and turn it back.

"Don’t look away."

Joseph Shaw stood outside the hospital room, watching the two of them kissing shamelessly in broad daylight. Alaric Blackwood’s hands were already straying, slipping inside Sophie Shaw’s hospital gown...

He frowned slightly, feeling that his concern had been unnecessary.

Now that Sophie Shaw had Alaric Blackwood to take care of her, she had grown her own wings. Her attitude was much tougher than before. She’d been hospitalized after an accident and had no intention of notifying him, her father. Even injured, she still had the energy to flirt and tease.

It had been pointless for him to come see her.

Fuming, Joseph Shaw turned and stepped into the elevator. He rushed back to the company, and the moment he entered the building, he ran into Damian Morgan—a man who had no business being there.

They brushed past each other near the elevators, where Damian Morgan deliberately slammed his shoulder into Joseph’s.

The impact sent him staggering. Fury welled up inside him, and he barked, "What are you doing here?"

Damian Morgan stopped and turned, a smile playing on his lips. "I’m here to check in with HR. I start tomorrow."

"What?"

"President Shaw, we’ll be working together from now on. I’ll be in your care."

Maintaining his warm and gentlemanly facade, Damian Morgan gave a slight nod, then turned and left.

He was finally getting into the Kane Group. Although he was only filling a vacant supervisor position in the HR department, this was the first step in his grand plan.

The police had confirmed that Mr. Kane died of a heart attack. With that stumbling block out of the way, Bianca Kane stopped causing trouble. That, combined with Vianne Kane pleading on his behalf, made Bianca finally relent and get him a position in the company.

He rushed back to the Kane residence, and the moment he walked through the door, he hoisted Vianne Kane over his shoulder and carried her upstairs.

Draped over his shoulder, the woman’s face was bright red. She patted his back with her hands, her legs kicking. "Damian, what are you doing?"

"Rewarding you."

The man stormed into the room, tossed Vianne Kane onto the bed, and loosened his tie as he pinned her down.

"I’m officially in. It’s all thanks to you putting in a good word for me, Vianne. Thank you, babe..."

He used every trick in the book, leaving Vianne Kane utterly satisfied.

Afterward, Vianne Kane draped her arms around his neck and asked in a soft, quiet voice, "Damian, you don’t have any other women, do you?"

"Of course not."

"You’re not lying to me?"

"Babe, I would never lie to you. If I am, may a car hit me the moment I walk out the door..."

Before he could finish the morbid vow, Vianne Kane covered his mouth, chiding, "Don’t say such unlucky things."

He grinned at her. "So, when are we getting our marriage license?"

"In such a hurry?"

"I want to make my position official."

Vianne Kane blushed and gave him a quick kiss. "Then let’s go this afternoon. We don’t have anything else planned, after all."

Damian Morgan, unable to hide his excitement, scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

That afternoon, he took Vianne Kane to the marriage registry office, and they got their marriage certificate.

Vianne Kane casually snapped a photo and posted it to her social media.

Her fans immediately flooded the post with congratulations.

Meanwhile, Sophie Shaw, having just gotten a new phone and connected to the hospital’s Wi-Fi, saw the news that Vianne Kane and Damian Morgan had gotten married.

Vianne Kane was quite popular in the entertainment industry, so the wave of congratulations was massive. The post was already trending.

Sophie Shaw couldn’t quite describe the feeling in her heart, but there was an inexplicable tightness in her chest.

So, Damian Morgan had gotten his way after all, marrying into the Kane family.

Looking at the photo—Damian Morgan and Vianne Kane, cheek to cheek, holding up their red marriage certificates and smiling radiantly at the camera—she suddenly remembered something he had once said to her: ’Sophie Shaw, let’s make a bet. Let’s see who ends up on top—you or me.’

He noticed the color drain from her face, her gaze growing dim.

Alaric Blackwood leaned in and saw the marriage announcement from Damian Morgan and Vianne Kane on her screen.

’Is she still hung up on that scumbag?’

’They were together for three years. It couldn’t be that easy to forget, could it?’

He couldn’t help but remember three years ago, back in college. He had snuck over to Sophie Shaw’s university with his film camera, hoping to take some candid photos of her, only to find Damian Morgan confessing his feelings to her.

They were surrounded by students and passersby. Damian Morgan was on one knee before Sophie Shaw, a bouquet of roses in his hands, proclaiming his love for her, swearing that the heavens and the earth could bear witness to his feelings.

Sophie Shaw covered her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears. She was deeply moved.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, she accepted Damian Morgan’s confession, and they embraced tightly.

It was after that day that he decided to go abroad.

’Like a deserter...’

He didn’t want to be a deserter anymore.

He raised his hand, snatched the phone Sophie was staring at, and tossed it onto the bedside table.

His large hand gripped her chin, forcefully turning her face to meet his gaze.

"Forget that man."

"From now on, your eyes, your entire world—it will only contain me."

Sophie Shaw stared at him in silence as the corners of her eyes began to redden and a watery mist veiled her gaze.

She pushed his hand away, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and didn’t come out for a long time, only emerging after she had calmed herself.

Alaric Blackwood had been waiting right outside the door.

The moment she emerged, he seized her by the wrist.

He used his strength to press her against the wall. His charming eyes, which usually held a smile when he looked at her, were now dark and sinister, like pools of thick, swirling ink.

"What, did my words stress you out?"

’Hiding in the bathroom for so long...’

He stared down at her, his breath hot against her face. "For the sake of our future, I don’t mind putting a little pressure on you."

Sophie Shaw was calm now. She looked at him with a hint of resignation. "Fine. From now on, you’re all I’ll see."

Her tone was placid, betraying no emotion.

But Alaric Blackwood was relentless. He pressed his body against hers, trapping her completely.

"Don’t placate me."

"I’m not."

"Then prove it. Prove you’re not just placating me."

Sophie Shaw just wanted to go back to bed. She couldn’t stand him pestering her any longer. Steeling herself, she threw her arms around his neck and took the initiative, pressing her lips to his.

She rose onto her tiptoes, leaning into Alaric Blackwood as his strong hands clamped around the small of her back, holding her fast.

Their lips met in a fiery, all-consuming kiss.

Lydia Wynn, carrying a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers, had come to visit Alaric Blackwood. She walked in the door only to see the two of them locked in a passionate embrace, kissing fiercely.

The man’s eyes snapped toward her, filled with coldness and a clear message for her to leave.

He was like a wolf enjoying its kill—dangerous and fiercely possessive. His reaction to her sudden arrival was that of a predator whose territory had been invaded; his glare was full of rejection and warning.

She was terrified by Alaric Blackwood’s glare, and even more so, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

’Aren’t they in a contract marriage?’

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A thunderclap seemed to detonate in her mind. As if dealt a massive blow, her face turned deathly pale, and she staggered backward, step by step.

Alaric Blackwood watched her retreat from the room until her figure vanished, then his attention returned to Sophie Shaw.

He pushed open the bathroom door, wrapped an arm around the woman’s waist, and easily pulled her inside with him.

The door shut. The lock clicked.

Now undisturbed, he pressed her against the counter.

In the mirror, Sophie Shaw could see her own face, so flushed it looked as if it might burst. She could also see the man behind her, his chin resting in the hollow of her shoulder, his hips moving with force...

"We’re both patients."

"Alaric Blackwood, you’re insane..."