Confessing My Feelings
(Third–person’s POV)
Olivia stared at the thermos in astonishment and nervousness. “Impossible, Victoria brought it herself.”
“I’ll call a healer right away.” Not daring to delay, she was about to call for help when Matthew held her in his arms.
His warm breath tickled her ear as he asked, “What kind of soup?”
Olivia felt her ear itch and tried to dodge, but couldn’t. “Venison with moonlight herbs…” she mumbled.
“Oh, moonlight herbs… Why would there be an aphrodisiac? Did you add it?” Matthew’s breath grew hot as he kissed her ear, making her mind buzz.
“If my Luna wants it, she just has to ask,” Matthew’s voice was low and raspy, a faint smile on his lips. “My body is very good.”
Her face instantly burned. She hadn’t thought of it that way at all!
Besides, she was really busy today!
Matthew relentlessly continued, “It was my fault last night. I didn’t satisfy my Luna.”
His kisses trailed down her neck, making Olivia feel like she was about to fall apart. She recalled his words–that he held a grudge.
She had teased him to his breaking point last night, and now he was returning the favor.
Olivia’s whole body felt hot as she pushed against his chest, but he caught her hands, pinning them behind her back.
As his lips landed on her pale neck, she tilted her head back in helpless pleasure, a pink hue covering her skin.
“It hurts…” she gasped. “You touched the wound…”
This only elicited a soft chuckle from Matthew, his chest vibrating against hers. “Really? Did I touch it?” he murmured, lifting her face to his.
They were so close, their warm breaths mingling. Seeing the desire burning in his golden
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eyes, she shook her head.
He knew where the wound was. He was just too good at this, leaving her defenseless.
“Are you really uncomfortable?” she asked worriedly.
He didn’t speak, his gaze fixed on her glistening lips and enchanting eyes.
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Her heart softened, and she gently rested her warm face against his cool one. Her lips slowly moved to his earlobe as she whispered, “Let’s go home.”
He refused, “I have to stay for observation.”
“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” she pressed.
“Just holding you for a while will be fine,” he replied, calming her.
The moment grew quiet. Olivia, nestled in Matthew’s embrace, focused on her laptop.
She had initiated her “minesweeper” program, inputting keywords: “Port Silverwood,” “mountain area,” “research lab,” “heart surgery,” “Moonstone family.”
A stream of information flashed and disappeared across the screen. From time to time, she would look back and meet his gaze.
He was idly playing with her long hair, a rare moment of leisure.
“Where did you get this?” Olivia asked, noticing her hair tie in his hand.
“I stole it,” he admitted.
It was from the night she had fled the apartment with Leo and Aurora. He attempted to tie her hair into a bun, then, dissatisfied, undid it.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his movements gentle.
She shook her head, puzzled. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Aurora made a new friend, and her friend’s father does her hair. She wants me to give her a pretty hairstyle,” he explained casually.
“I’m practicing.”
A shadow fell over Olivia’s eyes. He was so good to Aurora, treating her just like his own daughter.
Suddenly, Matthew hugged her tightly and closed the laptop. During the time she was with Annelise Moonstone, the Shadow Syndicate base had continuously received her location
signals.
If she had been in danger and sent an alert, the base’s computers would have pinpointed her immediately.
His mate had grown up, become more cautious, and even knew how to investigate suspicious targets.
He held her close and kissed her red lips, sighing softly, “It feels like I’m bullying a child.”
She suddenly sat up, almost bumping into him, and defensively muttered, “I’m not a child.”
“Yes, you’re not…” he replied softly.
He pulled her back, laying her on the bed. “It’s late, time to rest.”
With her face buried in his chest, she recalled a memory. “When I was 16, the third time I saw you, I said goodbye, but why did you ignore me? I was sad about it for a long time.”
Sad for him? Matthew gently stroked her back, coaxing her to sleep as she mumbled, “My mother refused to let me go with you. Were you angry then?”
How could he have been angry at her? He just couldn’t face the fact that he’d fallen for a child at first sight.
He was twenty, a full–fledged adult with experiences far beyond his years, which made her seem even younger in his eyes.
He finally confessed, “I was sitting in the car thinking, if you had pulled open the car door and gotten in, I would have taken you away, regardless of your mother’s wishes.”
He regretted not doing anything back then, but he was not yet powerful enough, and she was simply too young.
The line between adult and minor was a chasm he couldn’t cross, not to mention Theodore was in the picture.
“Domineering,” she whispered, turning to face him.
“Mmm,” he agreed, kissing her deeply.
Later that night, he asked again, “Were you sad for me for a long time?”
“Mmm.”
“How long?”
“A week.”
Matthew fell silent. He felt so cheap.
He deepened the kiss.
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Meanwhile, at the Sovereign’s Club, Aurora leaped from the sofa. Just as Theodore put down a washbasin, she raised her water gun, remembering Matthew’s lesson on aiming, and a stream of water shot directly into Theodore’s eye.
She burst into a fit of silvery laughter.
She would never forget her father’s words: “When the enemy is too strong, launch a surprise attack, retreat, hide, and call for backup.”
As Theodore blindly wiped the water from his face and Seraphina Kane cried out in anger, Aurora dashed upstairs, grabbing the stunned Leo.
“Brother, let’s hide and call my dad!”
Downstairs, Seraphina’s shouts followed them, “Aurora, Aurora, he’s your father… how could you do this…”
Aurora froze, but Leo pushed her forward. “You go hide in Mom’s room on the third floor and call your dad. I’ll hold her off.”
Aurora didn’t hesitate. Her father had taught her that while she could make a sacrifice if needed, it was better to let someone more suitable do it.
Preserving what could be preserved was most important.
She watched Leo go down, then climbed on a chair and flipped the circuit breaker, plunging the entire club into darkness.
But, she thought, when you don’t have to sacrifice, you should do your best to save everyone.
She crept back downstairs in the dark, intending to grab Leo and run. But then she heard her brother’s voice.
“Dad, my sister doesn’t know her identity. She’s happier as Uncle Matthew’s child. She’s a child with a mom and a dad. I forbid you from telling her the truth, from getting close to her. You only bring pain to those around you. Don’t hurt my sister.”
At that moment, the voices of Nora and Martha came from outside.
This was followed by Nora’s panicked cry, “Why is there a power outage at home?”
She rushed inside, calling, “Aurora! Aurora!”
A small, choked voice came from behind them all, thick with unshed tears, “I’m here.”
