Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Did I Not Satisfy You?

"Mrs. Blackwood, wake up."

A gentle voice lingered by her ear.

It was Alaric Blackwood’s voice.

It felt like a dream.

Sophie Shaw opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Alaric Blackwood, lying on his side next to her, propping his head up with one hand and smiling as he watched her.

The man was shirtless, and it seemed he wasn’t wearing anything on his lower half either.

She could feel a long, bare leg tangled with her own calf.

"We..."

Recalling the absurdity of last night and meeting the man’s unabashed gaze, she was overcome with shame.

They had negotiated the prenuptial agreement so carefully, and they had both signed it. How could they have met with such a disaster on their wedding night?

"Yes, we slept together."

Alaric Blackwood was perfectly calm, his charming eyes narrowing slightly. "But I didn’t force you. You asked me to help you."

"..."

"Mrs. Blackwood, we both breached the contract on our wedding night. What do you think we should do?"

What were they supposed to do?

Sophie’s mind was a mess. She could recall some of the finer details of the previous night—scenes that were too explicit to describe.

A deep blush crept up her cheeks, and a mist of tears formed in her eyes. She was both mortified and annoyed.

"The butler has already knocked. It’s time to serve tea to the elders."

The implication was that this was no time to be upset; it was time to get up.

"To save time, I suggest we shower together."

Sophie stared at him with wide eyes. ’This man is absolutely shameless.’

"Mr. Blackwood, don’t push your luck."

The man chuckled deeply. "Fine. I’ll go first, then."

He threw back the covers and sat up, revealing the solid muscles of his back to Sophie.

Before she could see anything more she shouldn’t, she quickly pulled the covers over her head. The sound of his footsteps heading into the bathroom and the frantic beat of her own heart waged a chaotic war in her mind and chest.

’I was too careless.’

Sophie never would have imagined it. The entire wedding had gone so smoothly—she’d even managed to get through the customary wedding night antics—only to fall victim to the ceremonial cross-cupped wine before bed.

Furious, she kicked the blankets hard from under the covers, but after a couple of kicks, her legs were too sore and weak to even lift.

...

When Alaric Blackwood came out of the bathroom after his shower, hair dried, wearing a black silk robe and tying the sash at his waist, he paused for a moment at the sight of the person on the bed.

Sophie was lying face-down on the wedding bed, her face buried in a soft pillow. Wrapped in the blanket, she presented him with nothing but the back of her head.

She looked as if she had lost all hope in life, lying there like a corpse.

"What’s wrong with Mrs. Blackwood?"

Alaric Blackwood walked over and leaned in close, his large hand gently stroking the back of her head. "Was I not good enough for you?"

Sophie was speechless. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Then again, Mrs. Blackwood wasn’t exactly conscious last night."

At least, she wasn’t as lucid as he was.

He remembered many details. Whether Sophie remembered them, he wasn’t sure...

"Come on, get up."

Gently coaxed by the man’s soft voice, Sophie sat up, still wrapped in the blanket.

With nothing on to cover herself, she told Alaric Blackwood to turn around.

The man was very cooperative, turning his back to her.

She threw off the covers and made a mad dash for the bathroom...

Once she had showered, changed, and gotten herself ready, Alaric Blackwood took her hand and looped it through his arm. Like a pair of loving newlyweds, he led her downstairs.

Mandy Halloway and Quentin Blackwood were sitting primly on the living room sofa. The butler had prepared two cups of hot tea. Sophie picked one up with both hands, bowed first, and then respectfully offered it to Mandy Halloway.

"Mom, please have some tea."

Mandy Halloway accepted the teacup and took a small sip.

"How wonderful."

Mandy Halloway looked at her, then at her own tall and handsome son, her eyes filled with a smile.

Sophie picked up the other cup of tea and repeated the gesture, bowing as she offered it.

"Dad, please have some tea."

"Ah, good."

Quentin Blackwood’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he took the hot tea and took a loud slurp.

"You two woke up late, but we don’t blame you." Mandy Halloway gestured toward the dining room. "You missed breakfast, so I’ve already asked the cook to make something for you separately. You can leave after you’ve eaten."

With that, Mandy Halloway returned the two cell phones she had ’confiscated’ the night before.

Sophie glanced at the time. It was already past ten.

She allowed Alaric Blackwood to loop her arm through his once more and was led by the man to the dining room to wait for breakfast.

After the meal, Mandy Halloway arranged for a driver and car to take them back to Maplewood Estate.

"About the honeymoon..." Alaric Blackwood had just started to speak when Sophie cut him off. "There’s no need for a honeymoon."

She had important business to attend to.

If they really went on a honeymoon, she was afraid that by the time she got back, Heart of the Ocean would have been formally acquired by the Kane Group.

"As you wish."

Alaric Blackwood didn’t say any more. He had only brought up the honeymoon to test Sophie’s reaction.

Since she didn’t want to, he wouldn’t force it.

The car drove into the villa district.

It was now the tail end of late autumn. Large maple leaves withered and fell with the wind, leaving the trees in the community bare.

Without the thick branches and lush leaves obstructing her view, Sophie noticed a very unique, standalone building behind the rows of villas. It was near a grove of maple trees and looked very much like a manor from a Western landscape painting.

"What’s that?"

Alaric Blackwood followed her gaze and smiled slightly. "That’s Mr. Osborne’s home. I heard his wife loves maple trees. Although he runs a furniture company, he has also invested in some real estate. Maplewood Estate was built by him for his wife."

Sophie looked at the manor-like building again and couldn’t help but sigh. "How romantic."

Alaric Blackwood thought it was romantic too, which was why he had deliberately chosen this place for their marital home. Regardless of whether the rumor was true, he liked the auspicious meaning behind it. frёewebηovel.cѳm

As the car pulled up to the villa, Alaric Blackwood noticed the courtyard gate was wide open. His Maybach was parked inside, and someone was sitting in the driver’s seat.

It was Lydia Wynn.

The woman was slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. It was unclear if she was asleep or if something else was wrong.

Alaric Blackwood got out of the car first and walked toward the Maybach.

He knocked on the car window, but Lydia Wynn didn’t react, so he tried the door handle.

Sophie followed him, curious. She saw him pull the door open and gently tap Lydia Wynn on the shoulder. "Assistant Wynn?"

The woman slowly lifted her head, her face flushed crimson from fever.

"Mr. Blackwood, you’re back?"

Hearing the weakness in her voice and noticing her strange complexion, Sophie stepped forward and placed a hand on Lydia Wynn’s forehead.

It was burning hot.

"Miss Wynn has a fever."

She said to Alaric Blackwood.

The man called over the driver who had brought them home, intending to have him take Lydia Wynn to the hospital. But unexpectedly, despite her high fever, Lydia Wynn unbuckled her seatbelt on her own.

As she got out of the car, whether intentionally or not, she suddenly lunged into his arms.

Seemingly to keep from falling, the woman’s arms instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist.

Sophie didn’t think much of it and even helped support Lydia Wynn.

Alaric Blackwood felt the woman’s scorching body temperature. He didn’t shove Lydia Wynn away, but instead removed her hands from his waist, held her by the shoulders, and handed her over to the approaching driver.

"Assistant Wynn has a high fever. Take her to the hospital."

The driver nodded, took Lydia Wynn, and helped her into the car.

He didn’t hurry to drive off. Instead, he said to Alaric Blackwood, "Young Master, the wedding gifts from friends and family are in the trunk. Should we move them now or..."

Before the driver could finish, the back door of the car was pushed open.

Lydia Wynn got out of the car, stumbling, a stubborn expression on her face.

"Let’s move them now. I’ll help."