The night was particularly difficult to endure.
Julian Sullivan tossed and turned in his bed.
His room on the third floor was directly above Isabella Roscente's room on the second floor.
The soundproofing in the house was excellent. He couldn't hear any noise.
But he knew what was happening below.
Alexander Sullivan pushed the freshly showered Isabella onto the bed.
He tore off her nightgown and panties.
He pushed her legs into an M-shape.
He buried his head between her legs to taste her.
He had been on a business trip for three days and busy for several more after returning.
He hadn't touched her for so long, he was nearly going crazy with desire.
From her small clit to her pink slit, even the rosebud below, he attended to everything meticulously.
While tasting her below, his hands reached up to knead her breasts.
But today, she seemed unusually cold towards him.
He licked for a long time, yet she only grew slightly wet.
He lost patience.
He got up and took lubricant from the bedside drawer.
He poured some into his palm.
He applied a little to the entrance of her flower.
He spread the rest on his painfully hard cock.
He gripped his thick shaft and thrust into the place he had longed for day and night.
"Agh—Hah—" He let out a pained, pleasured cry.
He lifted her, slowly pushing in, then slowly pulling out, beginning to thrust.
"It's been so long. Don't you miss me, hmm?" He whispered in her ear.
Then he called her name with deep affection. "Isabella, baby, I've missed you so much. Fuck, this feels amazing..."
Alexander pressed down on her, thrusting faster and faster.
She finally began to respond.
A flush of pink desire spread across her face.
Her hands unconsciously gripped his shoulders and back. "Mmm..."
The man lowered his head to kiss her.
Forehead, nose, lips, ears, neck—he left kisses everywhere.
They had done this hundreds of times.
He knew all her sensitive spots.
He used his thick, arm-like cock to pound against the most sensitive spot inside her.
Soon, she fell apart, pleading with a sob. "No, not there..."
"Isabella, does it feel good?" He didn't let her go, pressing relentlessly against that spot. "You're squeezing me so tight. You're sucking me in. It clearly feels good. Why say no?"
"Mmm... ah! No more, ah!—" Isabella climaxed under his thrusts.
Alexander enjoyed the sensation of her tight contractions while holding back his own release.
When her breathing eased slightly, he sat up.
He placed her on top, her arms looped around his neck.
He held her hips, lifting and lowering her.
He synchronized the movements of his powerful waist, starting a new round of pounding.
It was nearly dawn when the coupling finally ended.
Alexander did not stay the night in Isabella's room.
He carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her body.
He changed her sheets and comforter, letting her sleep comfortably before returning to his own room.
Past experience had taught him that if he didn't do this, she would either vomit immediately or wake up the next morning to find him still in her bed and spend the whole day nauseated and retching.
He wanted to sleep and wake beside her, but he could do nothing about her aversion.
Because of the previous night's exertion, he thought she would sleep in later.
Unexpectedly, she woke up earlier than him the next morning.
He came downstairs to find Isabella and Julian already at the dining table.
Margaret Lopez was busy serving them porridge and dishes.
"Brother," Julian greeted him.
"Mr. Sullivan, breakfast is ready. Come eat," Margaret called to him warmly.
Alexander walked over and took the seat next to Isabella.
He glanced at her. "Why are you up so early? Didn't sleep well last night?"
Isabella ate her porridge with a spoon. "No," she replied flatly with two words.
"That's good." A bit of the thick white porridge clung to the corner of her mouth.
Alexander smiled and reached out to wipe it away.
Isabella flinched back and grabbed a napkin to wipe it herself.
Alexander's hand hung stiffly in the air for a moment before he lowered it with a faint smile.
Turning back, his gaze met Julian's across the table.
The look in Julian's eyes was strange.
It seemed to hold... anger.
"Mr. Sullivan, have some porridge." Margaret placed a bowl of lean meat porridge before him. "As you instructed, I made it very mild. Please try it and let me know if there's anything I can improve."
Alexander took a taste. "It's fine."
"Good, good." Margaret was pleased to be acknowledged.
The interruption meant he only caught the tail end of that look.
By the time he tried to scrutinize it further, Julian was already低头 eating his porridge.
As if it had been an illusion.
—
Fortunately, he wasn't busy today.
He wanted to take Isabella shopping at the mall, but she flatly refused.
He had no choice but to drop the matter.
He originally planned to stay home with her, but then Connor Evans called saying Mr. Qi from Wanhe urgently needed to see him.
So he had Connor pick him up.
When he left home, everything seemed perfectly normal.
Isabella was in her room, Julian on the third floor, Margaret cleaning the kitchen and, following his instructions, preparing the black fungus and lotus seed soup for Isabella's lunch.
Yet he felt that something was off.
Connor picked him up. Seeing his furrowed brow in the car, Connor asked what was wrong.
Alexander shook his head and said it was nothing.
Arriving at his office, Alexander asked, "Where's Liam?"
"Liam is in the Business Department."
"Have him come up."
"Yes, Mr. Sullivan."
Before long, Liam entered. "Mr. Sullivan, you wanted to see me?"
Alexander sat in his chair, his expression cold and stern. He remained silent for a long moment.
Liam called again, "Mr. Sullivan?"
Without looking up, Alexander said, "Go to the house. Check on things for me."
Liam didn't understand. "Check what?"
Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked up at him. "Observe discreetly. Whatever you see, keep it quiet. Report back to me later."
Liam didn't fully grasp the specifics, but being clever, he didn't ask further. He acknowledged and left.
By noon, Alexander had finished his meeting with Mr. Qi.
He felt restless and uneasy.
He called Liam. "Where are you? How is it?"
"I'm on my way back to the office. Mr. Sullivan—" Liam hesitated on the phone.
A sudden chill settled in Alexander's heart. He instructed Liam, "Tell me when you get back."
Liam returned quickly.
"Speak," Alexander said, sitting with one hand propped on the desk, fingers pressed to his forehead, addressing Liam standing opposite him.
Liam bit his lip. "I climbed the wall to get in. I saw— Miss Isabella sent Margaret away. Then she and the Second Young Master—"
Liam didn't finish the sentence.
Alexander's head was slightly bowed, making his expression hard to read, but it likely wasn't good.
His beloved woman and his most cherished younger brother—they must have gotten involved during those three days they were abroad.
After a long silence, "You may go," Alexander said quietly.
Just as Liam turned, he heard a choked "Ugh—" behind him.
He spun around to see Alexander spit out a mouthful of blood.
He rushed to support him. "Mr. Sullivan! Mr. Sullivan!—"