Free Web NovelChapter 76: Chapter 76: Be Good, Take Some Medicine and It Won’t Hurt
That cry... Miss Thorne really knew how to make a man lose control.
Elliot Sheridan took a sharp breath, his warm hand sliding under her blouse.
He also had Owen Sawyer call for a doctor.
Elliot carried Georgia Thorne straight into the master bedroom. The doctor, who was already waiting, came in with his medical bag and examined her.
"It’s nothing serious. Just a stomachache from drinking too much. Some painkillers should do the trick." The doctor was getting on in years and tended to ramble. He recognized the young woman as the same one he’d seen three years ago and guessed she and Elliot Sheridan must have a good relationship.
Elliot Sheridan grunted in acknowledgment, turning to look at Georgia Thorne, who was lying curled on her side on the bed.
After the doctor was seen out, Owen Sawyer left as well.
Elliot Sheridan boiled some water and popped two pills out of a blister pack.
He sat on the edge of the bed. "Georgia, wake up!"
Georgia, in pain and uncomfortable, whimpered softly and curled into an even tighter ball.
Elliot called her name a couple more times, but Georgia didn’t respond. Instead, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his, pressing her face against his sleeve.
He loved this vulnerable, womanly way she slept.
’It’s probably fine if she doesn’t take the medicine. She’s sleeping so soundly, she should be okay.’
The heavy scent of alcohol clung to Georgia. He couldn’t even wake her, let alone get her up to take a shower.
He reached up and loosened his tie. With one arm completely captured by the little woman, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to shower either.
So, he simply lifted the covers and got into bed.
The night was a little chilly, but the heat was already on in the room.
Georgia still felt cold, though. The moment Elliot got into bed, her soft body gravitated toward his.
Georgia was always so pliant when she slept, soft and yielding. Sometimes, when his desire flared, she would obediently let him have his way with her.
She’d be languid, her eyes half-lidded. Only the soft whimpers from her throat would betray that she, too, was aroused.
Elliot didn’t fall into a deep sleep, worried the woman beside him might be in pain again.
In the middle of the night, Georgia woke groggily from the pain, her body slick with a cold sweat.
Elliot helped her sit up, put the pills in her mouth, and held the water for her to swallow them down.
"Elliot!" Georgia called out his name, her voice hazy with sleep.
He heard her loud and clear.
"There, there. It won’t hurt after you take the medicine."
His tone was exceptionally gentle. The pain brought tears to the corners of her eyes. The sweet girl burrowed into his embrace, her arms tightening around his waist.
She was still so uncomfortable.
’The more he looked at her, the more she seemed like a little kitten, both clingy and coquettish.’
Elliot held her pliant body close and turned off the light.
’He remembered what he’d seen at the Thorne family’s home. That Justin Sullivan really knew how to score points... giving Georgia a cat?’
This was the first time Elliot, a man who was usually a stickler for cleanliness, had ever gone to bed with Georgia without showering first.
About ten minutes later, the person in his arms was sleeping soundly, but he himself was wide awake.
’Sleeping in his clothes was incredibly uncomfortable; they felt sticky against his skin.’
With that thought, he sat up and stripped off his clothes.
Georgia rolled over, turning to face the other side of the bed.
Elliot narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t sleep, not with his clothes on, and not with hers on either.
Meanwhile, downstairs from Georgia’s rented apartment, everything was pitch-black.
Justin Sullivan had sent his assistant home in a taxi. He remained in the driver’s seat, his gaze fixed on the window of Georgia’s apartment. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
The lights in her apartment were off. It was dark.
He couldn’t see Elliot Sheridan’s car anywhere nearby, so he wasn’t sure if Elliot had brought Georgia here or taken her somewhere else.
Justin Sullivan had only met Elliot Sheridan a few times.
The man’s attitude toward him had always been hostile. Although Selena Sheridan had said her uncle was just like that with everyone, Justin could still clearly see the animosity in Elliot’s eyes.
Now, he understood the source of that hostility.
His only option was to stand guard downstairs from Georgia’s apartment and wait it out.
’If Elliot really did bring Georgia home, what were they doing in there right now?’
The image of Georgia sleeping in Elliot’s arms replayed endlessly in his mind. An emotion—jealousy—burned in his heart, making him want to charge right upstairs.
Justin Sullivan waited for a long time, but he saw no one come or go.
’Are they sleeping in the same bed right now? Or have things gone even further?’
「The next morning.」
The sun rose early in the east, parting the clouds to illuminate the earth below. But no matter how bright it was outside, with the heavy curtains drawn, not a single ray of light penetrated the room.
Aside from waking up once in the middle of the night from the pain, Georgia had slept soundly. The medicine Elliot had given her must have worked.
Her mind was a complete blank. She looked up, her gaze meeting the man’s roguishly smiling eyes, and was filled with absolute panic.
It was only then that she suddenly realized Elliot’s clothes were gone, too.
"Remember now?" The man’s slender index finger traced her lips, gently parting them. Her lips, now glistening with moisture, were an irresistible invitation for a kiss.
"I remember! I remember everything!"
"Oh? You do? Then tell me how you took off your own clothes, and then, like a little tyrant, stripped mine off piece by piece?" Elliot Sheridan’s smile was gentle, his voice several shades softer than usual.
Unlike most days, his mood upon waking this morning was exceptionally good.
Georgia, "..."
She had just been bluffing. How could she possibly remember what happened last night?
Blushing, she didn’t dare look up at the man above her. ’Did I really take off my own clothes last night,’ she wondered, ’and then his?’
Before she had a chance to think it through, his warm lips descended fiercely upon hers, stealing her breath and throwing all her thoughts into chaos.
When passion runs high, certain things are bound to happen.
"Elliot, don’t," Georgia pleaded, a hint of fear in her low voice. Her glistening eyes were filled with supplication as she looked at him.
She could feel his burgeoning arousal, and she knew that if the doorbell hadn’t rung at that very moment, things would have naturally run their course.
The doorbell continued to ring incessantly. Only after he’d kissed her to his heart’s content did Elliot finally release her.
He got up, pulled a clean shirt from the closet, and headed out of the room.
Face burning with shame, her heart about to explode, Georgia pulled the blanket over her head, nearly suffocating herself until she started to sweat.
In Elliot’s private apartment, a section of the closet still held her clothes, hanging neatly beside his own shirts.
She grabbed an outfit and rushed into the bathroom, not forgetting to bolt the door behind her.
She turned on the shower, and a stream of warm water poured out. Her eyes unintentionally flickered to the mirror across from her, which was already fogging up from the steam.
She closed her eyes as the hot water sprayed down over her head. ’Did I really strip off Elliot’s clothes last night?’
’But... I’m usually such a still sleeper. I never move around much.’
Outside, Owen Sawyer saw his boss’s dark expression and trembled inwardly. ’Oh no, did I interrupt something important?’
Owen Sawyer had been with Elliot Sheridan for over a decade, so he was well aware of his boss’s habit of sleeping in.
He knew Miss Thorne had been with the president last night, which was why he’d deliberately shown up two hours later than usual. He never expected to walk right into the line of fire anyway.
’The president certainly has a lot of stamina.’
"What is it?"
"President Sheridan, just as you predicted, Miss Donovan would like to request a meeting."
"Is it she who wants to meet me, or her mother?" Elliot snorted. "What else?"
"Miss Amanda Thorne also wants to see you."
Amanda Thorne and Joanne Donovan requested around the same time. Elliot stroked his chin. "Accept the invitations."
Owen nodded, then paused, stunned. "Both of them, sir? President Sheridan, which invitation should I accept?"
"Accept them both. And remember, same hotel, same time."
