Chapter 442: A Honeymoon Trip


    It was already bright outside when J woke up the next morning, She was sore all over, and her


    limbs felt like they might fall apart any second. When did she fall asleepst night?


    Thest thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her


    The man was an absolute beast in bed.


    “Oh!” J blushed as memories of their lovemaking shed in her head. She burrowed back under


    the sheets.


    But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.


    Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was d in ck pajama bottoms and nothing else.


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    J’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscr torso. She could almost feel


    the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips. Ethan set the tray down on the table and


    padded over to the bed. He leaned over J and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs.


    Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take


    our privateer.” He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.


    She perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly.


    “It’s all your fault. You’re the reason why I’m so exhausted.”


    They shared a chuckle and cuddled for a moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the


    company? Won’t the Larson Group fall without your supervision?”


    In fact, she hadn’t expected a honeymoon trip. “I took a week off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as


    he pulled her closer and rubbed her shoulders.


    Hearing this, J shot up in bed and grinned.


    “Then, I’ll go pack and get ready right away.” She had always wanted to travel with Ethan, but they


    never found the time.


    he whispered and nipped her earlobe. She probably had no idea how irresistible she looked when she


    just woke up. It only took a single taste to get addicted to something, but once you reached that point,


    the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and J stayed in the


    bathroom for two hours. Sure enough, they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in Europe at


    nine o’clock that evening. The night sky over Paris was still a light shade of blue despite the hour, and


    the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmered in the surface of the River Seine. It truly was the most romantic


    city on earth.


    By the boulevard, a tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the


    pavement. Her eyes were clear and bright, lending a youthful charm to her petite frame.


    “Aren’t you done yet, Ethan?” Jined. She was growing tired of smiling for the camera.


    Her husband, bless his heart, seemed to be enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his


    knitted wool hat and his ck wool overcoat as he fiddled with the lens. Ethan had never taken photos


    of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And so, he was


    understandably uneasy about this particr activity. Fortunately. J appeared to be pleased with the


    pictures when he showed them to her.


    “Oh, is that the Louvre?” J had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled with


    awe as she stared at the magnificent building in the distance.


    Back when she had been studying painting, her biggest dream was to explore this historical site.


    Ethan silently watched her bask in wonder; then he brought her chilly fingers to his lips and kissed


    them.


    “Let’s go over there and have a look,” he said softly


    The winter wind was cold, and J shivered despite theyers she wore. Ethan reached out an arm


    around her shoulder and tucked her under his coat, and the two of them walked down the streets,


    talking andughing.


    J was still in high spirits when they retired for the night.Shey back in bed with her arms spread


    as she recounted everything she had seen at the Louvre with unmistakable fondness.


    “I thought the Mona Lisa would be bigger. Her smile didn’t look as mysterious as the Inte hyped it to


    be.”


    Ethan emerged from the shower and found her wriggling on the bed. Her slender and even legs were


    kicking randomly in the air, and her plump chest was heaving slightly, which was like a silent


    temptation.


    His mouth suddenly felt dry, and he had to swallow a lump in his throat. All the blood in his body surged


    downward. Ethan gritted his teeth.


    “There you are, honey.” J said, shing him an inviting smile. “Come here, let’s look at the photos


    we took together.”


    But Ethan wasn’t interested in the photos at all.


    What he wanted to do right there and then was to rip off her clothes and keep her in bed for hours on


    end.


    Without another thought, he walked to the bed and straddled her, pinning her down with his body.


    “You’re too heavy.” J said innocently, though a knowing smile was dancing on her lips.