Chapter 197 - 196: How to Repay

"Just a minute, I’m still wet. If I put on clothes while I’m damp, I’ll get rheumatism when I’m old." Leo Grant wasn’t annoyed, catching the towel with a smile.

"If I end up in a wheelchair, forced to watch you dance with other old geezers, who will I have to cry to?"

Yvonne Lowell rolled her eyes in annoyance, snatched the towel back, and roughly scrubbed his chest and back, not forgetting to cop a feel.

"Alright, that’s enough. You’re dismissed. You’re more likely to get rheumatism from not wearing any clothes at all."

’Dance with old geezers? Wouldn’t it be much better to hire eight or ten young male models to give me a private performance?’

’He could forget the wheelchair and just lie in bed, out of sight and out of mind, so he doesn’t spoil my fun.’

’Old Man Jennings probably has plenty of connections for that. When the time comes, I’ll call him up and have Silas Lynch lie right down next to Leo.’

Leo Grant grabbed her hand as she tried to pull away, squeezed her fingertips gently, and said in a husky voice,

"My Bonnie, you’re taking such good care of me. Tell me, how can I possibly repay you?"

Yvonne Lowell looked up, her gaze meeting the man’s eyes, which were brimming with possessiveness and aggression.

A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she pulled her hand back. "The best way to repay me is to go put on your clothes."

’I’m not some saint with perfect self-control! Doesn’t he know how much I want him?!’

’I’m not drunk now, and I can’t get drunk anyway, so I can’t force myself on him like Old Man Jennings.’

Leo Grant’s eyes narrowed slightly. He gave a light, unreadable laugh. "Alright, I’m going right now. I’ll make absolutely sure you never have the chance to dance with other old men when you’re old."

Yvonne Lowell: ’Then when I’m old, can I have a chance with some male models?’

Leo Grant: ’In your dreams ^_^’

Leo Grant came out from the walk-in closet, dressed, sat back down next to Yvonne Lowell, and pulled her into his arms.

Yvonne Lowell glanced at the pajamas he was wearing, then at her own.

She raised an eyebrow. It was obvious who had arranged for the matching pajamas. ’Sly bastard,’ she cursed inwardly.

"It’s getting late. Why aren’t you leaving yet?"

Leo Grant rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath ghosting across her neck.

"Where else would I go? Didn’t I tell you this morning? I’m sleeping next door to you."

Yvonne Lowell couldn’t stop her mouth from twitching. ’So *this* is what he meant by "next door"?!’

"So the guest room is just for show?"

"How could it be for show? If you insist on kicking me out, I’ll go over there." Leo Grant tightened his grip on her waist and lifted her, setting her sideways across his lap.

"But my girlfriend definitely wouldn’t do something so heartless as to make me stay in an empty room all by myself, right? Besides, with a human-sized body pillow like me to warm the bed, you’ll probably sleep much better."

Yvonne Lowell was so exasperated she had to laugh. He’d already made every possible argument, leaving her speechless. What could she possibly say?!

Leo Grant raised an eyebrow. "Why aren’t you saying anything? If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes."

A sly glint flashed in Yvonne Lowell’s eyes. Her hand snuck under the hem of his pajama top and gave his well-defined abs a firm feel.

She smiled meaningfully. "Alright, I agree. You can stay and warm my bed."

Leo Grant’s body trembled noticeably. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her with deep, intense eyes. "Don’t tempt me."

Yvonne Lowell tilted her head. "I’m not. Aren’t body pillows meant for touching? I can do it to Leogryph, so why not you?"

As she spoke, she rubbed his abs a couple more times.

’He’s allowed to twist my words, so am I not allowed to be a little shameless myself?’

Yvonne Lowell had her fill of touching and was about to pull her hand out when it was pinned down.

The man’s low, husky voice sounded by her ear. "Continue. Didn’t you say body pillows are for touching? I’ll let you touch me to your heart’s content."

Noticing the unusual development beneath her thigh, Yvonne Lowell decisively shook her head. "I don’t want to touch anymore. Next time."

"Really had your fill?"

"Really." Yvonne Lowell pulled her hand out.

She tried to get off him but was held down firmly.

’Damn it! This feels like getting halfway through a combo only to be interrupted by an enemy’s crowd control. It’s so frustrating...’

"Then it’s my turn."

Yvonne Lowell was baffled by his strange words. Just as she was about to turn her head and ask, her lips met his.

A sharp glint flashed in Leo Grant’s eyes. He quickly raised a hand to cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

A battle of lips and tongues ensued, each testing the other, as if vowing to devour their opponent whole...

His other hand, not idle, copied what she had just done, slipping under the hem of her shirt and stroking the soft flesh of her waist.

When he touched the scar on her left abdomen, his movements paused for a moment before he began kneading it soothingly.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but just as Yvonne Lowell felt she was about to suffocate, the man finally took pity on her and let her go.

The world spun, and she was placed on the bed, a shadow falling over her.

As if finding them a hindrance, that large, well-defined hand undid the top two buttons of her pajamas.

Yvonne Lowell: ’...Hold on, dude...?!’

A flurry of kisses landed again on the girl’s neck and collarbone, blooming like red plum blossoms on her fair skin...

The temperature in the bedroom gradually rose as an intimate atmosphere enveloped the two of them.

Just as Yvonne Lowell felt her mind turning to mush, the kisses on her body stopped.

The man buried his face in her neck, panting heavily, his deep voice sounding by her ear,

"My sweet girl, I want to marry you."

"Actually, I’m o—"

Leo Grant turned his head, gave her a quick kiss, and interrupted, "Be good. You go to sleep first. I’ll be right back."

Without waiting for Yvonne Lowell’s reply, the man scrambled off her as if fleeing, leaving her with only the sight of his hasty retreat.

’If he’d heard her finish, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back.’

Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Yvonne Lowell’s lips curled into a pleased smile.

’I wanted his body anyway, and since I’ve already decided he’s the one, I don’t mind this sort of thing.’

’If that bastard ever dares to betray me, I’ll just have him castrated.’

But his consideration still made her feel warm inside.

She got up, straightened her clothes, and curled up in the blankets again, her eyes fixed on the bathroom.

Over half an hour later, when Leo Grant came out of the bathroom again, he saw that she had already wrapped herself into a cocoon.

When she saw him, she even reached out and patted the spot on the bed next to her, gesturing for him to get in.

A smile spread across Leo Grant’s face. He pulled back the covers and lay down.

One arm went under her neck, and the other rested on her waist, pulling her whole body into his embrace, like a dragon guarding his one and only treasure.

He lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep. Good night."

"Good night." Yvonne Lowell’s hand also rested on his waist. She closed her eyes and began to drift off.

A dreamless night.