bayedsolid Chapter 1250: The Man Quietly Achieved His Goal
Chapter 1250: The Man Quietly Achieved His Goal
Leah felt her face heat up under his unabashed gaze and asked evasively, "Why haven’t you left yet?"
Richard Shaw retracted his gaze and said calmly, "I haven’t had dinner, came over to eat."
The man had already set the table for her, pulled out the chair, poured the red wine, and even adjusted the lighting to a warm tone, making it look like a candlelit dinner.
During those years in Switzerland, Richard Shaw often did the same thing. Those were truly the periods when they were in love.
Each time he cooked a sumptuous meal for her, in the evening the man would want another sort of feast. Leah looked at the specially ordered red wine and steak, and felt inexplicably stirred, promptly banishing such impure thoughts from her mind.
"Don’t you need to go back to accompany Grandma Shaw and Thomas Shaw?" Leah sat down, placed the napkin on her lap, and felt a trace of security as she buried herself in eating the steak.
The man lowered his eyes, eating gracefully, and looking at her sexy nightdress, felt a wandering mind and said in a low voice, "I called Grandma and told her, didn’t tell my son; otherwise he’d definitely want to stick to you."
"Eat more meat, you’ve been too thin lately." Richard Shaw spoke casually and seeing that she kept drinking red wine, with a cup almost emptied, he quietly poured her another.
After two glasses of red wine, Leah’s cheeks flushed, her tense nerves gradually relaxed. She was actually someone who feared loneliness, especially when staying at hotels, where the suite was too large and seemed increasingly chilly.
"Why aren’t you drinking?" Leah propped her head up and looked at him, her moist peach blossom eyes appearing as though bathed in spring water, tender and charming, causing Richard Shaw to be momentarily dazed.
The man said nothing, finished his glass of red wine, and poured another. The two of them continued, one glass after another, and before long, the bottle of red wine was empty.
Richard Shaw, seeing her lying on the table watching him unblinkingly, knew she was about five or six tenths drunk, and got up to pick her up.
Leah unhappily pushed him away, frowned, and said, "You haven’t showered, don’t touch me."
Richard Shaw was momentarily stunned and asked, "Where are we?"
"Zurich, you big blockhead, did a donkey kick your head?"
Richard Shaw hesitated mutely for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I’ll go shower; you sleep for a bit."
The man indeed went to take a shower, casually slipping into a bathrobe upon returning, and when he came out, he found Leah asleep in the bedroom, perhaps struggling due to an injured leg and sleeping uncomfortably, tossing and turning.
"Stop it." Richard Shaw’s voice was so low it couldn’t be lower, as he held her restless hands down.
Leah furrowed her brow, feeling that today’s Richard, the blockhead, was especially disobedient, always pressing her hand.
By noon the next day, Leah awoke with a pounding headache and vaguely recalled fragments of the previous night.
Although she had poor alcohol tolerance, she was half-drunk and half-awake. Last night she and Richard Shaw...?
Leah was as if struck by lightning, completely taken aback.
"Awake?" The sated man seemed in an excellent mood, his voice deep and seductive as he leaned over for a morning kiss.
Leah couldn’t pretend to sleep any longer. As she reached out to push him away, she found her arm feeling as if it was going to fall apart. Fleeting images from the previous night flashed by, her cheeks instantly turning as red as the morning dawn.
Leah simply closed her eyes and played dead.
Richard Shaw woke up very early. Not only did he watch the morning news, but also checked his schedule and, seeing that there were no particularly important engagements today, postponed everything, turned off his phone, and stayed in bed holding her for an entire morning.