Chapter 886 - 464: Isn’t This Just Stimulating Him to Ascend to Heaven Sooner?
When the sky was slightly bright, Nora Thompson slowly opened her eyes and got up. Her lifestyle was consistently early to bed and early to rise. Unless there was something special, she never stayed up late, which resulted in her having great skin.
"Morning." The man on the sofa wrapped in a blanket sat with his bare upper body outlined beautifully in the morning light. After receiving a call from Joshua Hughes’ mother, he could no longer fall asleep.
Nora softly smiled: "Morning."
Isaac Thompson was the epitome of a tycoon, naturally making his daughter’s boudoir both large and luxurious. Fortunately, Nora had quite a good taste, decorating it with a lot of flavor. By the window was a low purple chestnut table with an exquisite tea set on top. Nora’s habit was to drink tea first after washing up.
Sitting on the floor, there were several firm and rustic mats made of straw on the carpet. "Would you like some tea?" Nora called out, and Alexander King walked over, sitting opposite her.
The faint fragrance of tea floated in the tranquil air, and as the pale yellow tea entered his mouth, it left a lingering scent between his teeth.
"Charlotte, why don’t you try accepting me?" Alexander sipped his tea. The woman opposite him was just like the tea—delicate and refreshing.
"Can’t you see through it? Theodore Taggart once said, this life is crossing a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship. In death, we reach the shore and go to our different worlds. Our meeting is also brought by fate. I don’t wish to become mundane, Alexander. I hope that, even if we part, we can still be friends." Nora sighed, her eyes lowered and the strands of her long hair fell down softly, like a quiet ancient gentlewoman.
"Charlotte, people can’t avoid being mundane." Over the past few days, he clearly misunderstood, thinking that Nora letting him sleep on the sofa showed there was room for further development. Apparently, he was overthinking it.
Nora smiled gently, her lips as pale as water blossomed like pear flowers slowly blooming. Her beauty was like the tea, meant to be savored slowly and carefully...
She didn’t wish to live mundanely, but his mind was full of the most mundane thoughts. A man in the morning, already excited in the subtle morning light, she softly spoke, and in his mind, there was a roar imagining making her forget everything, to hell with Theodore, to hell with Floyd...
Nora stood up, quietly standing by the window, looking into the distance, the thin mist slowly dispersing. The Thompson Family’s morning was beautiful and serene.
"Charlotte, I just can’t see through it, nor do I want to. Actually, you might not be as perceptive as you think you are..." The man’s voice was deep and pleasant. He gently embraced Nora; her petite and delicate frame seemed to be made for him, fitting perfectly in his arms.
He was the first person she loved, yet she no longer wanted to trust him. Even though he was acting perfectly and thoughtfully now. But why did her heart still skip a beat when he got close?
His hand held her pulse: "Charlotte, see, your heartbeat is quickening..." His words faded at her lips...
Her lips were soft and fragrant, with a slight taste of tea within her small mouth.
"Hmm..." Nora had never had such intimate gestures before. When her small hand touched him, the burning heat of his skin almost scorched her.
Nora lived on the second floor. Downstairs, practicing Tai Chi, Isaac Thompson turned his head, his movement froze there. The gardener trimming the lawn paused along with the master’s gaze, even the one sweeping the floor stopped, staring blankly at the second-floor young lady’s window. It seemed like the young miss was being embraced by the young master, one hand supporting the glass, the other wrapping around the young lady’s waist...
Early in the morning, with his heart already not in good shape, wasn’t this just provoking it to fail sooner?