Untamed Charming Wife

Though Oliver’s words were sharp, Kayla couldn’t deny he was the smartest and most beautiful child she had ever seen. Regardless of whether he accepted her as his stepmother, she herself wasn’t mentally prepared for it yet.

Viola looked at the disheartened Kayla and shook her head. Based on her understanding of Ethaniel, she dared to bet that Oliver already knew! The father and son were likely playing a romantic game with Kayla, who remained clueless.

Rolling her eyes, Viola said, “Since you don’t want to move into his villa, let Ethaniel find a safe place for you.”

“That’s too much trouble. I should find a place myself,” Kayla replied.

Viola waved her hand dismissively. “The place Ethaniel finds for you will be completely safe.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re broke. You already owe Ethaniel so much that you can’t repay it. Owing a bit more won’t make a difference.” Viola was too tired to explain the real reason to her. The place Ethaniel found would be secure enough that even if Sam found it, he wouldn’t have the power to take Essem away.

Kayla felt crushed again by Viola’s harsh words. She thought she’d find a chance to discuss the moving issue with Ethaniel.

But the next night, in Ethaniel’s bed…

“Uh… slower… don’t go so fast…” Kayla bit her lip, her delicate face blushing beautifully, her hands pinned behind her back as she was held by the person behind her.

Her body was suspended, supported only by their connection.

Ethaniel ignored her pleas, kissing her shoulder and intensifying his movements, as if to make up for previous unmet desires.

Kayla tried to stifle her sounds, aware that Oliver was also on the second floor. She absolutely couldn’t let him hear anything.

But her restraint didn’t stop the man behind her. Ethaniel seemed to guess her thoughts and deliberately teased her sensitive spots, pushing her to the point where she couldn’t help but moan loudly, her eyes finally moist with tears.

The crystal chandelier cast a faint light, reflecting off their bodies, making the atmosphere even more intimate.

Ethaniel seemed tireless, and Kayla, pushed to her limits by his relentless assault, began to feel her vision blur and her consciousness waver…

Her body rocked like a small boat on the waves until she finally blacked out…

After what felt like forever, Ethaniel finally let her go.

Kayla’s limp body collapsed onto the bed, the residual sensations still tingling through her, her mouth emitting low, animal-like whimpers.

Ethaniel watched her sleeping face tenderly, growing more enamored. He couldn’t resist kissing her moist eyes, tucking the hair stuck to her face behind her ear, then getting up to fetch a warm towel to gently clean her body.

He returned to bed, smelling of a fresh shower, as Kayla drifted into a deeper sleep.

Feeling his familiar presence, she instinctively snuggled closer to him.

Ethaniel smiled, leaning against the headboard and cradling her head against his waist, watching her nuzzle against him before falling fully asleep.

His already smiling lips curled even more. Ethaniel picked up the file from the bedside table and began to read, one hand gently patting Kayla’s neck to help her sleep more soundly.

Kayla was too tired to lift a finger and Ethaniel’s bed was too comfortable. She had just wanted to rest a bit… who knew she’d fall asleep so deeply.

When she woke up, Ethaniel was gone, the curtains blocking the light, leaving the room in dimness.

As Kayla tried to sit up, a wave of discomfort hit her waist and abdomen, making her frown.

Sore, aching, swollen…

Her mind was still foggy. She vaguely remembered Ethaniel dragging her back to the villa right after work yesterday. She barely had time to talk before he carried her to the bedroom for hours of “torture”…

She lifted the blanket and found herself in a nightgown… The material felt soft and light, very comfortable against her skin.

This nightgown must be expensive…

Drawing the curtains open, the dim, golden light of the setting sun wasn’t harsh, but it reminded her she had slept for most of the day…

Kayla, holding her waist, planned to find her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found on the carpet, the chair, or the bed.

… Strange, she clearly remembered Ethaniel tearing her clothes apart and tossing them to the ground. Where did they go?

If Oliver saw her walking out of his daddy’s room in a nightgown, he’d know everything!

As she rummaged for clothes, the bedroom door knocked, and Oliver’s young voice called out, “Miss Green, are you awake?”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“No!” Kayla jumped, instinctively answering.

She wished she could slap herself!

Before Kayla could say anything more, the door opened.

“Don’t come in!” Kayla panicked.

But it was too late. Oliver, dressed in light casual clothes, saw the panicked Kayla and calmly said, “Don’t worry. Daddy just asked me to call you for dinner.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll be right there. You go ahead,” Kayla quickly agreed.

Oliver turned and left, closing the door, but not without some worry for their police station.

Kayla patted her chest, tidying the bed in a fluster until the room looked normal again, then finally relaxed and headed downstairs.

She hoped that since Oliver hadn’t noticed her wearing a nightgown.

Unfortunately, another man wasn’t going to let her off so easily…

“Do you like the clothes?” Ethaniel asked casually, placing a shrimp ball in Kayla’s bowl.

“Cough, cough…” Kayla choked, turning away to cough.

“Drink some water.” Ethaniel turned her back, gently patting her back and handing her a glass of water.

Kayla gulped down half the glass, feeling better, finally swallowing the food stuck in her throat.

Even if she were slow, Kayla should have sensed that Oliver probably knew something…

Seeing her expression, Ethaniel knew what she was thinking. He took a napkin and wiped the sauce from her lips. “Eat quickly. I’ll take you back later.”

“Okay…” Feeling guilty, Kayla didn’t notice Ethaniel’s overly intimate gesture, lowering her head to continue eating.

Oliver quietly looked up, seeing Kayla focused on her food and his dad giving him a seemingly gentle, knowing smile…

Oliver shrank his neck, immediately lowering his head again.

After dinner, Ethaniel finally returned her clothes.

Kayla took a look and said, “Huh, these don’t seem like my clothes.”

The style was like her police uniform, and the color was indistinguishable, but the texture was completely different.

Her police uniform’s fabric wasn’t half as soft as this one, the texture worlds apart.

“I threw your uniform away,” Ethaniel said, turning to her.

“Threw it away?” Kayla’s eyes widened. “That uniform was issued this year. How could you just throw it away?”

“The quality was too poor. It wasn’t comfortable for you to wear.” Ethaniel walked over, opening the bag. “There are three identical sets inside for replacement, all made to the same design, but the surface shows no difference.”

“But those clothes…”

“The ones in the bag are ironed, and I’ve prepared other clothes for you in the bedroom closet. Go up and change.”

“You’ve prepared other clothes for me?” Kayla was surprised.

Ethaniel smiled, his gaze falling on her pink nightgown, “I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t wear any at all.”