Chapter 202

The morning sun painted golden streaks across the courtyard below.

Breakfast consisted of steamed buns purchased by early shift colleagues, while Margaret Whitmore prepared oatmeal in the small kitchen. Everyone agreed the store-bought oats tasted too coarse.

It was Alexander and Isabella's first time tasting small-town homemade buns. The twins devoured two each, still hungry for more.

Isabella stuffed her cheeks full, blinking pleadingly at Uncle Sebastian. "More please?" she mumbled through her mouthful.

"Easy there." Dominic ruffled his daughter's hair. "I'll get more for everyone," he announced to the team.

The sudden arrival of their CEO, his assistant, and two children had stretched their breakfast supplies thin.

The town square buzzed with activity.

Sebastian stood before a food cart, ordering fifteen chicken buns. As he reached for his wallet, a well-dressed woman in her thirties entered the courtyard.

"That'll be $27," said the vendor, handing over the steaming package.

"Thank you," Sebastian replied courteously.

Returning, he found the stranger standing before their communal table. "Excuse me," the woman asked politely, "is Evelyn Sinclair here?"

All eyes turned toward the elegant newcomer, then instinctively sought Sebastian's reaction.

With their CEO upstairs, Sebastian was the acting authority.

The woman clutched a limited-edition Hermès bag, her porcelain skin flawless. Noticing everyone's gaze shift, she turned to face Sebastian.

At nearly forty, Sebastian remained composed. "May I ask who's inquiring?"

"Gwendolyn Sinclair. Evelyn's aunt. Locals mentioned seeing her here," she explained.

Sebastian handed the buns to Julian Montgomery. "Evelyn's still upstairs with Mr. Blackwood. Would you care to wait?"

"Could I go up?" Gwendolyn's eagerness showed through her polished demeanor.

"Apologies, Ms. Sinclair. They may be discussing private matters."

Gwendolyn nodded understandingly.

Sebastian offered her a chair and breakfast, which she declined with practiced grace.

Upstairs, Dominic had Evelyn pinned beneath him, their passion unquenchable. The small room grew stifling...

Evelyn's skin glistened with sweat in the morning light.

Her leg bent at an impossible angle under Dominic's insistence.

"Please... stop... I can't... ah!" Her protests dissolved into moans as he drove deeper.

Her body arched, split open by his relentless invasion. She teetered on the edge of consciousness.

Yet shamefully, after last night's marathon, her traitorous body craved more of his savage possession...

The primal sounds echoing through the room made Evelyn acutely aware of the damp sheets beneath them.

The sizable wet patch.

The uncomfortable stickiness coating her skin.

Breakfast vendors outside began packing up. Colleagues' laughter drifted through the window.

After relentless frontal assault, Dominic flipped her onto her stomach. The wooden floor protested their rhythm.

Evelyn muffled her cries into the pillow, the bedframe creaking violently. When their climax came simultaneously, she collapsed into exhausted stillness...

Sunlight burned her bleary eyes.

As Dominic withdrew, she glimpsed his satisfied smirk through half-lidded eyes.

Her throat felt scorched, limbs leaden.

The room looked like a warzone - clothes strewn from bathroom to bed, her trunk overturned, floorboards loosened...

The realization made her breath hitch.

Dominic's early arrival surely drew attention. Had anyone heard...?

She prayed not.

The room reeked of sex and sweat.

When Evelyn struggled to focus, Dominic stood before her - immaculate in his three-piece suit, damp towel in hand.

Only his flushed cheeks betrayed their recent activities.

"Shower yourself or shall I?" His deep voice vibrated through her.

Too humiliated to move, Evelyn stayed buried under covers.

Dominic peeled them back with surprising gentleness, carefully wiping her down as if handling fragile porcelain.

"I'll do it." She somehow found strength to sit up.

Dominic paused, towel suspended. Towering over her, his hungry gaze made her shiver. Without warning, he scooped her up.

"No! Put me down!" Panic laced her voice as she stared at his chiseled features.