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Chapter 73 - 73-new year
He probably doesn't know! If he did, with his temperament, he definitely wouldn't allow her to be in that kind of place! She leaned against the doorframe, her face pale as she spiraled into anxious thoughts. When she looked up, he was already standing in front of her. She became uneasy and quickly lowered her head, unsure of what he would do next.
Albert Wilson stood before her, gazing down at her anxious expression. A small smile spread across his lips. In fact, he had known for a long time that she worked at the orphanage. He had heard that she often skipped classes, so he had Jim look into her.
Later, he discovered that she worked at the orphanage every day, and it was because she had spent time there before. Since he, too, had come from an orphanage, he didn't mind her involvement.
However, he had no idea about her identity as a doctor. Only a few people at the orphanage knew—Victoria and Gary, and Marc as well. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"Why don't you go tomorrow? Let's just have today for the two of us, okay?" His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of pleading.
This peaceful and serene day was something he had never imagined. All the love, hate, and responsibility seemed to fade away, and he was just an ordinary man, living a simple life.
She seemed to be frightened by the gentleness in his voice. She quickly glanced up at him, then turned and ran into the kitchen to hide.
Cynthia found herself alone in the small kitchen, trembling as her heart refused to settle. How did he know about the orphanage? And if he knew, why was he pretending like he didn't? Why hadn't he interfered?
Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed with the urge to cry. It felt like she was being stripped layer by layer in front of him, and now only her identity as a doctor remained hidden. She really hated this feeling.
She didn't know how long she had been lost in thought, but when she snapped out of it, she realized the sky outside was growing dark. The sound of firecrackers started ringing in the distance.
Albert Wilson finished handling a pile of accumulated emails in the bedroom and made a few phone calls. When everything was taken care of, he realized that the little woman was still hiding in the kitchen, not coming out.
His handsome, thick brows furrowed slightly. It was just discovering one of her secrets. There's no need to be this scared, right? If he wanted to know, everything about her would be transparent in front of him.
He walked toward the small kitchen, listening for any sounds coming from inside. Occasionally, there was some noise. He opened the door cautiously and saw her standing there in an apron, with a pile of dumplings neatly wrapped in front of her. They weren't the most perfect-looking, but they somehow made him want to eat them.
She stood there, focused on making the dumplings. Occasionally, when she couldn't get one right, she would frown and pout in frustration. It was hard to imagine that the cold, prickly woman he knew would have such a gentle and domestic side. As he watched, his gaze slowly became more intense, and he couldn't even explain why his heart felt so soft in that moment.
His sudden entrance startled Cynthia, and with his scorching gaze on her, she awkwardly raised a hand to touch her forehead.
"Why did you come in?"
However, she didn't realize that her hands were covered in flour, so her forehead was now also covered in a layer of white powder, making it quite a comical sight.
Albert Wilson looked at her awkward, cute appearance and couldn't help but laugh.
When he laughed, she became even more embarrassed. She thought he was mocking the way she made the dumplings. She knew her cooking skills weren't the best, but he didn't need to embarrass her like this. So, she awkwardly bit her lip, standing there, unable to continue.
Albert Wilson noticed her discomfort. He walked over with a helpless expression and gently wiped the flour off her smooth forehead. In that moment, his gaze was gentle and focused, while she appeared shy and obedient. If time could just stop at this moment, how perfect that would be.
His warm fingertips seemed to carry magic, gently tracing her cool forehead. She felt as if she were frozen, standing there in a daze, watching his handsome face draw closer and closer until his lips softly met hers.
The moment their lips touched, she immediately closed her eyes, her hands instinctively clutching. His large hand rested on her slender waist. His kiss was deep and tender, different from any previous entanglement. In his actions, she could feel... a trace of tenderness.
She didn't understand how they had ended up in such an intimate, passionate situation. Maybe it was because, on such a festive day, neither of them wanted to keep a cold face and ruin the warm atmosphere of family reunion.
Family reunion. She murmured the words, and suddenly, tears streamed down her face.
Since her mother passed away when she was five, Cynthia had never felt the warmth of a home. This year, however, he had given her a home. Even though this home was filled with so many conflicting interests, even though no one had ever blessed this home, and even though she had never expected it herself.
But at this moment, he was by her side—real and warm, guarding her, giving her a kiss full of tenderness, offering her a broad, steady embrace to rely on.
In this moment, she was content with the warmth he gave her. Suddenly, she felt an impulse to protect this home forever. Of course, it was just an impulse.
Once she regained her clarity, she would see the differences between them. He was a noble and proud son of heaven, while she was an ordinary woman, living in the lowest rungs of society, not favored or cherished. Most importantly, he harbored animosity towards her family.
Her tears flowed freely, and Albert Wilson became unsure of how to respond. He reached out to gently cradle her face, asking uneasily, "What's wrong?"
He thought it was his uncontrollable actions that had frightened her. He shouldn't have forgotten that she harbored rejection towards him. But seeing her behave like a quiet, obedient little wife just now made him want to hold her close and cherish her.
Cynthia hastily wiped away her tears. How could she tell him that she was crying because of the emotion she felt at having him by her side at that moment? To cover her embarrassment, she mischievously reached out and touched his handsome face, leaving flour all over it.
Since the area she wiped was so large, half of his face was completely white, which contrasted sharply with the other half of his face, making him look like a "little white-faced" man. She couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Of course, he wasn't going to let her off easily. The two of them started laughing and playfully messing around like two children. Eventually, he held both her hands tightly, trapping her, and she ended up laughing so much that she collapsed into his embrace.
This was the first time she laughed so freely and recklessly after all the betrayal and hurt she had gone through. And for him, it was a moment of total indulgence, leaving behind all the bloodshed and vengeance.
Later, they ate dumplings together, watched the New Year's Eve gala, waited for the midnight bell to ring, and went out to watch the fireworks, wishing each other a Happy New Year.
In the early hours of the morning, once everything had quieted down, they faced the awkward issue of where to sleep. Cynthia stood in the bedroom, unwilling to look at the comfortable big bed. Reluctantly, she said, "You can sleep in the bedroom. I'll sleep on the soft couch in the attic."
She pulled a quilt out of the cupboard, ready to leave, but Albert Wilson darkened his face, saying nothing. He went straight over, dragged her back, and tossed her onto the big bed. After spending the entire day being sweet with her, he thought she would open her heart to him, but she was still as stubborn as ever.
Cynthia panicked and struggled, but she couldn't resist his firm determination to have her. Her wine-red hair spread out on the bed, making her look alluring and seductive. With her delicate, pale face, she seemed like a beautiful rose blooming in the dark of the night.
Albert Wilson's eyes burned with desire, and he roughly tore open the buttons on her nightgown, lowering his head to kiss every inch of her skin. He knew that the most sensitive part of her was just below her earlobe, on the back of her neck.
