CEO loves me with all his soul.-Chapter 47. Scolded

Luri was fast asleep in her bedroom, her body curled up comfortably under soft blankets. The night outside was calm and quiet, the only sound being the gentle rustling of the trees. That peace, however, was shattered with a loud bang as her window suddenly flew open, slamming against the wall with force.

Luri jerked awake, blinking as she looked towards the window. She didn’t scream, didn’t even flinch. Instead, she rolled her eyes in irritation as she spotted a familiar figure climbing through the opening, his clothes torn and blood dripping from several wounds.

"Isaac," she groaned, sitting up in bed, "how many times have I told you I have a perfectly functional door? Why do you insist on breaking in through my window? You’re ruining the new curtains!"

Isaac, unfazed by her complaints, shot her a withering look as he clambered inside, his body stiff from pain. "Shut up and deal with my wounds, Luri. I’m bleeding all over your precious floor. You might want to stop talking and start helping."

Luri scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the muddy boot prints and the blood now staining her freshly cleaned floor. "You just had to choose tonight, didn’t you? Do you know how much those mats cost?" She pointed at the ruined fabric under Isaac’s feet. "I can’t believe you—"

"Door, window, does it matter?" Isaac shot back, clearly in no mood for her scolding. "I’m not here to chat about your damn interior design."

They bickered back and forth, Isaac rolling his eyes every time Luri muttered something about how reckless he was. She stomped over to a nearby drawer, yanking it open with an exasperated huff. "Fine. Let’s get this over with before you bleed out on my new carpets," she grumbled, grabbing a medical kit and tossing it onto the bed.

Before going to help Isaac, Luri grabbed a thin file from the drawer and threw it at him without warning. "Here. Read this while I get the bandages."

Isaac caught the file midair, wincing slightly as the sudden movement irritated his wounds. He frowned at her but said nothing as he opened the file, flipping through the pages. His eyes scanned the report, and as he read further, his expression shifted from irritation to shock.

"Sixty-seven percent match," Isaac murmured, staring at the results. "This person... related to me?"

His mind raced back to the boy he’d seen earlier—the petite figure who had been attacked during that kidnapping attempt. Could it be him? He recalled the boy’s soft features, the vulnerability in his eyes. Could that boy really be his sibling?

Isaac’s heart skipped a beat. For years, he had suspected something was off with his background, and now, finally, he had proof. He wasn’t alone. He had a little brother. His lips curled into a small smile, despite the pain from his injuries. At least now he had someone to protect, someone to fight for besides himself.

Luri returned moments later with a bandaid box, slapping it down on the table. "Why are you grinning like an idiot?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Isaac ignored her question and simply continued to flip through the report, lost in thought. Luri watched him for a moment before throwing a change of clothes at his face, rolling her eyes again.

"Seriously, you reek of blood and dirt. Go take a bath before you ruin anything else," she ordered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I don’t want to have to fumigate my house because you can’t handle a simple bath after a fight."

Isaac peeled the clothes off his face, giving her an amused look. "Thanks for the concern, Luri," he muttered sarcastically, but he did as she said, disappearing into the bathroom with the report still in hand.

Back at Levistis Mansion, things were a little less tense—but no less chaotic. Ethan stood in the kitchen, a kitchen knife clutched in his hand as he attempted to slice some fruit. His concentration was intense, too intense, and in one swift motion, he accidentally sliced his own hand instead of the apple.

Blood oozed from the cut, and Ethan winced, immediately grabbing a towel to press against the wound. He tried to shake it off, but before he could even move, Adrian appeared in the doorway, his expression shifting from calm to horrified in a second.

"Ethan! What are you doing?!" Adrian rushed over, his eyes wide with concern. "You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you call for help?"

Ethan smiled sheepishly, his gaze soft as he looked at his worried husband. "It’s just a small cut, Adrian. Don’t worry. I’m fine."

Adrian wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed Ethan’s hand, inspecting the wound with sharp eyes. "Small cut or not, this is ridiculous. You shouldn’t be handling knives like this! What if you hurt yourself worse?"

Ethan just stood there, letting Adrian scold him, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He loved how protective Adrian had become, how much he cared. It was one of the things that warmed his heart, even when Adrian was furious at him.

"I was just trying to cut some fruit for you," Ethan said softly, his voice full of affection. "You’re always taking care of me. I thought I’d do something for you this time."

Adrian’s face softened, though his scolding tone didn’t completely disappear. "I don’t need you cutting yourself just to make me fruit! I would rather you be safe than serve me."

Leclair and Augustin, who had been standing nearby, observed the whole scene from the doorway. They exchanged a look, both of them amused by how drastically Ethan had changed in Adrian’s presence. The once cold and ruthless businessman was now practically a doting househusband, utterly smitten by his partner.

Leclair chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I never thought I’d see the day where Ethan would let anyone scold him like this."

Augustin nodded, leaning against the doorframe with a smile. "It’s strange, isn’t it? He used to be so distant, so untouchable. And now look at him—following Adrian’s every word like an obedient puppy."

"I suppose that’s love for you," Leclair mused, watching as Ethan, still clutching his towel-wrapped hand, delivered a glass of water to Adrian with a small, sweet smile. "It changes people. Sometimes for the better."

Augustin grinned. "Definitely for the better."

As Ethan and Adrian continued their playful banter, Leclair and Augustin sat back, enjoying the show. They couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth seeing Ethan like this, knowing that the cold-blooded, ruthless man they once knew had found someone who could melt his icy exterior.

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Ethan stood in front of the bedroom mirror, frowning as he struggled to unbutton his shirt with one hand. His other hand, still bandaged from the kitchen mishap, throbbed slightly with each movement. He let out a soft sigh of frustration as the stubborn buttons refused to cooperate.

His eyes flicked toward Adrian, who was sitting comfortably on the bed, flipping through a book. Ethan bit his lip, contemplating whether to ask for help. The sight of Adrian so engrossed made him hesitate for a moment, but then a smirk played on his lips. If anyone could make something as mundane as changing clothes into something exciting, it was his husband.

"Adrian," Ethan called, his voice soft but teasing.

Adrian looked up, raising an eyebrow at the playful tone. "Hmm? What is it?"

Ethan lifted his bandaged hand and waved it slightly. "I’m having a little trouble with these buttons," he said, his smirk widening. "Think you could give me a hand?"

Adrian blinked, then smiled warmly as he closed his book and placed it aside. He slid off the bed and approached Ethan, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You really can’t manage on your own?" he teased, but his hands were already reaching up to help with the buttons.

Ethan chuckled, leaning into Adrian’s touch as the first button popped free. "Not with this injury, no. I think I’ll need your assistance for quite a while."

Adrian rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his amusement. "You’re hopeless," he muttered under his breath, but there was no irritation in his voice, only fondness.

As Adrian worked on the buttons, his fingers brushed against Ethan’s chest with each movement, and Ethan couldn’t help the small shiver that ran through him. The warmth of Adrian’s touch, combined with their closeness, made his pulse quicken. His eyes darkened slightly as he watched Adrian’s focused expression.

When the last button was undone, Adrian looked up to meet Ethan’s gaze, and the intensity there made him pause. "What?" Adrian asked softly, sensing the shift in the air between them.

Ethan’s lips curled into a slow, suggestive smile. "You’re so good at this," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone. "Maybe you should help me with the rest."

Adrian blinked in surprise, then his cheeks flushed a light pink as he realized where this was going. "Ethan, you’re incorrigible."

"Is that a yes?" Ethan whispered, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against Adrian’s ear.

Adrian’s heartbeat quickened as Ethan’s proximity and voice sent a wave of heat through him. He glanced at the half-open shirt, then at Ethan’s smirk, and shook his head, though a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Fine," he muttered, his voice softer now, laced with affection and a hint of amusement.

With deliberate slowness, Adrian slid the shirt off Ethan’s shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His fingers trailed down Ethan’s toned chest, brushing over his skin with a featherlight touch, causing Ethan to suck in a quiet breath. Adrian’s hands lingered at the waistband of Ethan’s trousers, and he bit his lip nervously, glancing up at Ethan.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Adrian asked, his voice barely above a whisper. freёweɓnovel_com

Ethan responded by tilting Adrian’s chin up and pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. "More than anything," he whispered against Adrian’s mouth before deepening the kiss. His hand, the one that wasn’t injured, snaked around Adrian’s waist, pulling him flush against his body.

Adrian melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively moving to wrap around Ethan’s neck. The heat between them grew as Ethan’s lips moved against his with a gentle yet passionate rhythm. It wasn’t long before Ethan’s hands slid down to rest on Adrian’s hips, squeezing lightly.

Ethan pulled back just enough to look into Adrian’s eyes, his breathing slightly ragged. "You make me crazy, you know that?" he muttered, his voice low and thick with desire.

Adrian blushed deeper, but his smile was soft as he replied, "And you make me lose control."

Ethan’s grin widened at that, and he leaned down to press a kiss against Adrian’s neck, trailing soft, heated kisses along his skin. Adrian let out a soft sigh, his hands gripping Ethan’s shoulders as his body responded to the intimate touch.

Ethan’s lips moved lower, but he paused as his bandaged hand brushed against Adrian’s side. He winced slightly, and Adrian noticed the discomfort immediately.

"Ethan, stop," Adrian said, placing his hands on Ethan’s chest to gently push him back. "You’re hurt. We shouldn’t—"

"I’m fine," Ethan cut him off, his voice breathless but firm. "I don’t care about the pain. I care about you."

Adrian’s heart swelled at the words, but he still shook his head, smiling softly. "You’re such a stubborn man," he muttered, though his tone was full of affection. "We can do this when you’re healed. For now, just... let me take care of you."

Ethan groaned softly but didn’t protest. Instead, he leaned down and pressed one last, lingering kiss to Adrian’s lips before pulling him into a warm embrace. "You’re impossible," he muttered, resting his forehead against Adrian’s.

Adrian chuckled, running his fingers through Ethan’s hair. "And you love me for it."

"I do," Ethan whispered, his hand gently resting on Adrian’s stomach where their child was growing. He kissed Adrian’s forehead tenderly, his eyes filled with love. "I love you more than anything in this world."

Adrian smiled, his heart full as he leaned into Ethan’s touch, feeling the warmth of his husband’s love surround him. Together, they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, finding comfort in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

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