CEO’s Romantic Affair

Cathryn saw his face and felt bitter inside.

“I am fine, just want to stay close to you,” He explained, seeing her face slightly blushed, he smiled and added, “Are you hungry?”

He got up slowly and reached an insulated bucket on the stand. After opening, a thick aroma of warm gravy tomato soup came out.

Cathryn’s stomach grumbled instantly. She looked up at Keith, inquiring, as he looked back at her, reaching out a hand and feeling her hair. He took a ladle to put some soup in a bowl, tried the temperature with his upper lip, and handed it to Cathryn.

The soup was rich in vegetables and beef. John had made sure there were enough calories and water to keep her hydrated. After finishing two bowls in a couple of minutes, Cathryn rubbed her stomach and asked for another shot. Keith took the bowl and asked, half smiling, “Aren’t you full?”

“I think I am full, but…” Cathryn bit on her spoon and blinked her eyes at him. “I still feel my stomach empty.”

He grabbed her hand and took the spoon over, a faint smile on his face, “I wonder how it wouldn’t be. You just gave birth to a seven-pound child!”

She still needed more sleep after eating, so it wasn’t a good idea to consume too much food for digestion. It was going to dawn soon, and the soup was adequate for her.

Speaking of the child, Cathryn’s eyes lit up. She laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling somehow incredible. She couldn’t really turn her body, so she looked at Keith sitting next to her and said in a confused tone, “I feel so strange after having a child.”

“How was that?” Keith reached over and shoved her front hair to her ear, holding her hand softly.

“Like, who could imagine, that I actually gave birth to a person,” She paused and went on,”… who came with our blood, carries our genes, and will grow big as we get old.”All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Now, as a mother, she was amazed by this brand new feeling, a continuation of life that came flooding to her like never before in the past twenty-five years. The momentary emotions amplified and made her stare in blankness.

This child now interlinked them, and no force could ever separate them from each other.

While she was indulging in her emotions, Keith just smiled in silence and could but stare at her face. The new mother finally noticed his eyes and blushed. She realized that he must be tired too, so she tried her best to move to the side, saying, “Come on here.”

Now the child was born, it was only a matter of time for them to sleep on the same bed. As soon as she said this, she realized something more, and a strange arousal came from inside. She felt her heart beat faster when Keith’s entire body cuddled her from behind.

He felt very warm, and she felt that familiar comfort and safety again when he was holding her. Compared with him, Cathryn was like a small bird buried in the fur of a large ragdoll cat.

His chest was firmly stuck on her back, and she could feel his heart beating vigorously. In the quiet, dark ward, the only sound was their breathing.

It was like a song of life itself, magnified at the moment, and Cathryn relies on the man’s arms and feels happy and secure.

Before, she was appalled by this magnificent silence for a long time; however, this divinity was broken when she felt something warm and hard was slightly rubbing her bottom. She could feel the heat, the hardness, and, what was more, the size.

“Aren’t you tired?” Cathryn didn’t move, her arms crossed in front of her breast and clenched in his hands. The tender back of her hands fit perfectly in his dry and gentle palms.

“Yeah.” Having worried all that day, he was exhausted in body and spirit.

“But you are…” Cathryn implied nervously, she slightly moved her lower body and soon stiffened as she felt the increased hardness and girth from the back.

She just gave birth a few hours ago, they couldn’t do anything but hold each other. He couldn’t even put it inside. Keith buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply and slowly.

After a long while, when she thought he was asleep, the man replied.

“Since I know you, it is not under my control. It is only controlled by you.”

Cathryn Riley, “…”

Cathryn woke up feeling much better in spirit. She could turn herself a little to Keith and catch right on his blue eyes. She instantly smiled as she asked, “What do we call our son?”

It wasn’t a new topic for them. During this time together, they talked a lot about the child. Cathryn had always been sure that among so many words and names in all the beautiful languages, there must be a good, strong, and elegant one for them.

But now there were too many options, she was at a loss which one to give him.

“Briston Riley Clarkson.”

Her eyes lit up. “Why Briston?”

With a sharp smile, Keith answered, “The singer of our song.”

They held each other and fell asleep again. Their son was brought to them later this morning. They were a family of three now, Cathryn thought. She felt like she has never been happier or more grateful.

Another couple of days passed, and Cathryn was allowed to leave the hospital. Back to their island, Jeremy had already arranged for 3 nurses to wait for them there.

As soon as the parents entered the house, Jeremy came downstairs to greet them. The young master Briston was lying safe and sound in the baby basket, having fun sucking his little fists.

The newborn was just three days old and not old enough to be called “cute.” He looked like a pink meatball, with dark, excited eyes rolling to look everywhere.

Jeremy always enjoyed looking at this kind of tender pink flesh, whether it was from a woman or a baby. He bowed to look at him closely, made a quick poke with a finger, then placed a bank card in his little basket.

“A gift.”