Chapter 229


    Happiness was a very abstract word. One could only sense it in contrast, but I could infuse my


    happiness in each stroke of my brush so that others could perceive it. I wanted to share it with them


    and have them envy me.


    The long night passed in a blur. When the first rays of sunlight flooded in, I took a good look at my


    painting. By then, the half-done painting I had intermittently worked on was basicallypleted. The


    only thing left was the final coating.


    Yawning, I decided to drink some water before getting some sleep. When it came to painting, it was


    natural to work overnight as inspiration struck, but extreme fatigue would also affect its quality. I


    couldn’t allow the painting to have the slightest w, for I would be the butt of the joke if it happened to


    be eliminated during the first selection.


    Ambling into the kitchen, I got myself a piece of toast and stuffed it into my mouth. Then, I went to heat


    up some milk. At that precise moment, the sound of the door lock turning sounded. As soon as I heard


    it, I left the ss on the countertop and rushed out. I was greeted by the sight of Christopher with his


    back to me; he was closing the door and changing into slippers.


    I flew toward him, hugging him from the back. Going on tiptoes, I pecked him on the cheek. Christopher


    instantly turned and kissed me back. When our deep kiss ended, he tapped me on the nose.


    “You missed me so much though it’d only been a day since west saw each other?”


    “A day without you feels like an eternity!” I boldly pushed him back and pinned him against the wall


    along the hallway. It was something he usually initiated, but I wanted to hug him tightly and savor his


    warmth right then.


    While kissing him, I unfastened the buttons on his suit jacket. After unfastening two of them, I slipped


    my hands into his clothes. I didn’t know how else to express my love for him, so I could only resort to


    the most primitive way to please him.


    Sensing my urgency, the man’s gaze smoldered, a ming fire zing in his eyes. With a heave, he


    carried me up. While suspended in midair, I hooked my arms around his neck and pointed at the


    bedroom. “Let’s go to the bedroom!”


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    “Why don’t we do it in the living room?” Hugging me, Christopher rolled us onto the ground. Just like


    the heroic rescue scenes on television, we flew past the tiles andnded on the carpet. As we moved


    around on the floor, my clothes flew into the air like rags.


    Scooping me up, he ced me on the coffee table. As he kissed me, he carefully checked the injury on


    my arm. He didn’t forget about my leg either, deliberately checking it over to ensure that it had healed


    entirely when he held it up to brush his lips along the limb. As he grazed his fingers along my instep, he


    murmured, “Your legs really truly stunning, Eve.”


    “Didn’t you call my feet beautiful the previous time? It has now changed to legs, huh?” Gazing at him


    with zed eyes, I instinctively hooked my legs around his waist and raked my fingers across his back


    lightly. Then, I bit him on the shoulder.


    “Mmph!” With a grunt, Christopher buried himself in me.


    My eyes went wide, and even the tinge of pain he brought me gave me great euphoria. When he was


    fully inside me, I sat up. Staring deep into his eyes, I stated in a slow and firm voice, “Christopher Lane,


    have I ever told you that I love you?”


    Christopher was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face softening considerably. Sheer


    delight and excitement radiated from him. The turbulent emotions coursing through me robbed me of


    my speech, and I felt as though I was drowning as wave after wave of pleasure inundated me. With


    everythinging at me, I was soon drained of all energy.


    While Christopher frantically “tormented” me, he demanded, “Repeat your deration earlier right this


    instance!”


    “I… love…” I wanted to repeat it, but just when I had started speaking, he deliberately teased me by


    brushing his calloused fingers across my back. Then, he shifted us to the sofa.


    As he went deeper within me, words eluded me entirely. I almost fell to the ground, so I could only cling


    to his neck tightly and try my best to cleave at him.


    “Be good and say it again, Eve.” When Christopher calmed down, he gazed at me deeply with so much


    adtion in his eyes that it almost overflowed.


    Completely lost in his tenderness, I started, “I love…”