The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 128: The Boundary of Pride
Seeing that Julian Sterling had regained consciousness, Ethan Caldwell’s eyes brightened slightly, and his lips curved into a faint, tender smile: "Sweetheart, you’re finally awake? Does it hurt much?"
Julian looked at that smile, and it only served to irritate him further. In his eyes, it didn’t look like a caring gesture at all. Instead, it resembled the smug grin of a victor parading his dominance over a defeated foe.
With a cold snort, Julian didn’t even bother to grant the man an answer. He shifted his hips with a wince, turned his back toward the room to face the wall, and yanked the duvet over his head. He left Ethan Caldwell with nothing but the sight of a few stray tufts of hair peeking out from beneath the covers.
His posture made it abundantly clear: he had no desire to speak to Ethan.
Witnessing this reaction, Ethan paused for a beat. He immediately sensed the unusual tension in the atmosphere. This wasn’t the typical playful sulking or pampered whining he was used to from his spouse. This was a palpable coldness laced with genuine, deep-seated fury.
Ethan let out a quiet sigh, realizing he likely knew the root cause of this animosity.
He quickly placed the food tray on the bedside table. The soft clinking of porcelain bowls and chopsticks echoed sharply in the heavy silence of the room.
"Baby?" Ethan sat on the edge of the mattress. He reached out an arm, intending to pull back the covers, his voice dropping an octave into a clear, coaxing tone.
"Get out!" Julian’s voice erupted from beneath the blankets, sounding muffled and thick. It might have been due to his congested sinuses or perhaps the dampening effect of the heavy fabric, but the tone was unmistakable, it was filled with absolute resolution and a sense of profound grievance: "Don’t you dare touch me! Get out, you bastard! Go display your authority and power over your subordinates! I am not a tool for you to vent your desires on!"
Ethan’s hand froze mid-air, and the gentle smile he had been trying to maintain vanished completely. The man withdrew his hand, his gaze darkening as he stared at the shape of the duvet, which was rising and falling rapidly with Julian’s angry breaths.
Clearly, Ethan knew Julian would be upset. He admitted to himself that he had been excessive the previous night. However, Julian’s sharp words felt like needles pricking a sensitive point that Ethan had vaguely sensed but had intentionally chosen to ignore until now.
Ethan remained silent for a long time. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to coax someone. Sometimes people were right when they said a man’s tongue could be coated in honey and silk. But Ethan didn’t want to use hollow, superficial words to soothe Julian Sterling.
They had a long life ahead of them, a journey meant to be shared for a very long time. If these newly emerged conflicts were not addressed with absolute clarity and honesty, they would only accumulate over time, eventually leading to a fracture so wide it could never be mended.
The man leaned his back against the headboard, watching the curve of the younger man’s back through the thick layers of the duvet. His thoughts began to drift back to the events of the previous night.
Initially, everything had been fine, even enjoyable. But as the hours passed, things had gradually taken a turn for the worse. Ethan admitted that toward the end of the night, he had lost his self-control. It wasn’t just about Julian tying him up or trying to pay him back in kind; that had merely been the initial spark, a provocation that had ignited the man’s dormant desire for dominance. The real shift happened when he saw Julian’s reflected image in the mirror, lost in a haze of passion and delirium. In that moment, it was as if the wild beast within Ethan Caldwell had completely broken free of its cage.
The thirst for possession and total control had overridden his logic. He had wanted Julian to submit, to sob helplessly, and to become entirely dependent on him, stripped of any will to resist...
It was not a healthy sign.
As Julian had just pointed out, he was not Ethan’s subordinate, nor was he some mere plaything or mistress kept on the side who existed only to follow orders. Their relationship was supposed to be one of absolute equality.
Furthermore, Julian Sterling shared a certain temperament with Ethan Caldwell. It was strikingly obvious that both of them were individuals accustomed to exercising control, possessing an innate desire for absolute authority.
Sometimes, Ethan wondered if Julian would have ever agreed to marry him at all if the marriage hadn’t been an unavoidable necessity. The prowess and intellect Julian had displayed during their recent contract negotiations gave Ethan a very clear impression: if given enough time, Julian was more than capable of breaking free from the Sterling family on his own.
He could have even built his own empire and dealt with the treacherous Sterlings by his own hand.
Perhaps that was why Julian had initially chosen the path of suicide. He had wanted to use his own death to force Richard Sterling’s hand and avoid the arranged marriage. It was only an unforeseen turn of events that had nearly made that death a reality, and a combination of pressures had eventually forced him to marry into the Caldwell family.
Julian had accepted the weaker position in their dynamic. He had accepted being the one beneath Ethan, moaning and catering to Ethan’s whims, primarily because Ethan had treated him with genuine care and respect from the start. But that did not mean Julian was willing to discard the pride that was etched into his very soul.
Julian Sterling had his own unyielding sense of dignity. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
The boundary between "bedroom play" and treating someone as a mere object for release is incredibly thin. And the crucial point was that last night, Ethan Caldwell had trampled right over that red line. He had inadvertently crushed Julian’s pride under the weight of his own brutal imposition of will.
It was possible that Ethan didn’t actually intend to suppress or completely dominate his partner. He might have simply thought he was adding a bit of intensity to their intimacy. However, from the perspective of the one in the more vulnerable position, Julian didn’t see it that way at all.
They were like two tigers trapped in the same cage. If they did not learn how to retract their claws and soften their edges, it would only be a matter of time before they tore each other apart, leaving nothing but scars and resentment behind.
Julian remained huddled under the covers, his mind racing with the same bitterness. He thought about how he had been treated, how his voice had failed him from screaming, and how Ethan had looked at him, not with the usual warmth, but with a cold, terrifying hunger that demanded total surrender. To Julian, that wasn’t love; it was a conquest. And he refused to be anyone’s conquered territory.
The silence in the room stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Ethan knew that a simple apology wouldn’t be enough this time. He had to prove to Julian that he saw him as a partner, not a possession. But as he looked at the trembling form under the duvet, he realized that rebuilding that trust would be much harder than he had anticipated. The pride of two powerful men was a fragile thing when it clashed, and right now, the air between them was thick with the scent of a brewing storm.
Ethan reached out again, this time not to pull the covers away, but to rest his hand gently on top of the duvet where Julian’s shoulder would be. He didn’t speak, but the weight of his hand was a silent plea for a chance to make things right. Julian, however, remained still, his heart a cold stone in his chest. The morning sun continued to rise, but for the two men in the room, the shadows were only growing longer.
He needed Julian to understand that his loss of control was born from an overwhelming intensity of feeling, not a lack of respect. But even as he thought it, he knew how hollow that sounded. Respect was shown through actions, and his actions last night had spoken of anything but. He had seen Julian as a prize to be claimed, a spirit to be broken, and that realization made a knot of guilt tighten in his gut. He had to find a way to bridge this gap before the silence became a permanent wall between them.
The aroma of the congee continued to fill the room, a stark contrast to the bitter emotions swirling within. It was a domestic, peaceful scent, one that suggested care and nurturing, yet it felt out of place in the wake of such a turbulent night. Ethan hoped that Julian’s hunger would eventually override his anger, providing an opening for conversation, but for now, the wall of blankets remained an impenetrable fortress.
