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Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 320 Cradling Great–Grandchildren
Malcolm was never one to turn down an invitation from Reese, particularly when she adopted such a tender tone. Her voice was as soft and sweet as the purr of a kitten, a sound that tickled his heart and stirred his affections. He found himself yearning to whisk her away to their private sanctuary, their shared bedroom, where he could relish in her gentle demeanor, a treasure he wished to keep for his eyes only.
“Let’s retire to our room for some fruit,” he suggested, setting down is utensils and draping an arm around Reese as they began their ascent up the stairs.
Clara, noticing the considerable amount of food still remaining on
food…?”
table, hurriedly voiced her concern. “Master, what about the
“Just discard it,” Reese responded, her voice laced with urgency.
“Very well,” Clara acquiesced.
A few moments after the couple had retreated to their room, Clara arrived bearing a tray of fruit. Reese selected an apple, skewered
it with a toothpick, and extended it towards Malcolm. However, he made no move to accept it.
She quirked an eyebrow in question, “Not hungry?”
“You first, then I’ll partake,” he replied, his tone casual and seemingly innocent.
Reese didn’t dwell on his words and was about to take a bite of the apple when Malcolm leaned in, taking a bite from the opposite side. In that instant, Reese was left momentarily speechless.
Malcolm chewed leisurely, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in her stunned expression. His voice dropped to a low, almost mischievously charming timbre. “Deliciously sweet, but still not as sweet as my wife.”
Reese finally grasped his earlier statement; she eats first, then he eats. That man, she thought, growing more impish by the day.
Malcolm reached out to pinch her cheek playfully. “My dear, you’re blushing.”
Reese, subconsciously patting her cheek, wondered if she was indeed blushing.
“But fret not,” Malcolm continued, “it’s routine for me. You’ll grow accustomed to
it.”
Reese could only respond with silence.
The atmosphere between them was warm and intimate. As Reese continued to eat the fruit, she offered an apology not providing a satisfactory dinner tonight.”
n sorry for
Malcolm gently stroked her hair, each action radiating the love he held for her. “My love, the mere fact that you cooked for me is more than enough. Did you really think I’d let you spend every day confined to the kitchen? He knew she was a woman of ambition and vision, and to limit her to domestic duties would be a gross underutilization of her talents.
Without warning, Malcolm swept Reese into his arms, spinning her around several times. “My wife is extraordinary; she’s the best.”
Reese felt a wave of dizziness wash over her from the spins. “Please, put me down.”
No sooner had Malcolm placed Reese back on her feet than he leaned in to kiss her. She stood there, her world still spinning. Reese was slightly prone to dizziness, especially after being twirled around so much. She hadn’t yet regained her composure and felt as light as a feather.
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Chapter 320 Cradling Great–Grandchildren
She leaned on his arm for support, her eyes closed, her mind still foggy, feeling his kisses fierce enough to take her breath away. She was utterly oblivious to how she ended up being gently pressed down onto the bed.
Meanwhile, Clara had finished cooking and noticed that the couple hadn’t yet descended from their room. As she made her way
was about to knock when she heard Reese’s voice. upstairs to summon them, she reached their bedroom door
“Easy, please.”
“Of course, of course.”
Clara couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, covering her mouth to stige her laughter. She knew all too well the intimate exchange that was taking place behind that door, and so she quietly retreated back downstairs.
Finn Sawyer had been seated at the dining table for quite some time The Flynns had a family rule: no meal commenced until everyone was present. It was a tradition that emphasized the importance of gathering around the table and sharing a meal together.
Upon seeing Clara descend the stairs, Finn Sawyer inquired, “Clara, weren’t you going to call them down?”
Clara found herself momentarily speechless. How could she possibly explain the situation to Finn Sawyer with everyone present?
Everly, her curiosity piqued by Clara’s hesitation, urged her on. “Clara, out with it.”
“I… I’m not sure how to phrase it. Mrs. Flynn and the Master might be… somewhat occupied at the moment.”
Everly’s face darkened at the insinuation, Alyssa chuckled at the ensuing chaos, and Vincent maintained a stoic expression. Only Finn Sawyer, upon hearing this, slammed his hand on the table in frustration. “What on earth are they doing? Don’t they realize the time?”
Clara, sensing the mounting tension, quickly attempted to defuse the situation. “Sir, their strengthening of their marital bond is a positive thing. This way, you might become a great–grandfather sooner rather than later.”
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