Chapter 922: Chapter 922: We’re Married—It Feels Like a Dream
“Speak up, have you often brought women home before?”
The woman in front of him suddenly changed her expression, looking puffed up like a pufferfish.
Waylon Lewis was momentarily taken aback by her imposing manner, raising both hands, “I swear to heaven and earth, you’re the only woman I’ve brought home.”
“Then what’s with these clothes?”
“Mom found out we got our marriage certificate this morning and had the servants prepare them.”
When Waylon saw this, he was stunned. Just to make room for Aria Richardson’s clothes, his clothes were squeezed into a corner, and now he’s being accused.
Now it was Aria’s turn to be stunned, “All prepared for me?”
Waylon nodded, “Yes.”
Upon a closer look, Aria realized all the clothes were new. She opened the neighboring cabinet, which was full of women’s underwear. Not sure of her size, they were prepared in a full range of sizes. Aria’s face turned red, and she quickly closed the wardrobe door.
Alright, she had wrongfully accused Waylon.
“Sorry, I’m going to take a shower.” Aria hastily grabbed some change of clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
Waylon watched the spectacular expression on her face and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
After showering, Aria looked at the sleepwear she had just taken in and opened her mouth in surprise.
What on earth is this? She hadn’t paid attention earlier, she had picked a red nightgown, which was very short, barely covering her hips, and the back only had a single strap!
She had thought it was just a regular nightgown, but this…
Aria glanced around the bathroom. There was also a black bathrobe that was obviously Waylon’s — far too large for her to wear.
Aria took a deep breath, considering the skirt in her hand. Well, it’s better than being naked.
She put on that nightgown, which turned out to be quite complicated. She spent quite a while before she managed to put it on correctly.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Aria’s face instantly flushed.
This dress is a bit… too sexy.
She tightly grasped the hem of the dress, trying to pull it down, but to no avail. Aria dawdled in the bathroom for a long time; the person outside didn’t rush her. She peered out the door, tiptoed, and gently walked out.
Just a few steps and she smelled the scent of wine in the room.
Her eyes glanced over to see Waylon Lewis, sometime changed into a bathrobe. He sat casually on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cell phone, seemingly absorbed in something. In his other hand, he held a bottle of red wine, appears to have drunk quite a lot.
Drinking in the middle of the night?
It didn’t seem like he was drinking to drown his sorrows.
But rather…
Nervous, he also seemed nervous…
Upon hearing the bathroom door finally open, Waylon turned his head to look over and saw a flash of red dart to the bed at a speed beyond belief, diving under the covers to completely wrap herself up.
Though quick, Waylon still saw it, momentarily taking his breath away.
The scanty red fabric clung to her slender and curvy figure. Her half-dry hair draped over one shoulder, revealing a stunning expanse of her back as she turned, leaving her long legs exceptionally graceful and straight.
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he couldn’t resist taking a swig of wine, his dark eyes shaded with obscurity.
He stood up and walked to the bed, Aria squeezing the quilt tightly in the room’s silence, her footsteps clearly audible.
Aria’s heart pounded more intensely, retreating hastily towards the bed.
She felt a section of the bed dip, followed by a familiar clear breath encompassing her senses, Aria still wanted to evade, but suddenly her wrist tightened, resulting in her being pulled into the man’s embrace.
Startled, Aria pressed tightly against Waylon’s warm chest, her breath deepening. Perceiving Waylon’s next move, she shut her eyes tightly, shouting nervously, “I’m not ready.”
After a while, she heard a low laugh from above.
The man didn’t force her into anything, just quietly held her, his gentle voice soft and hoarse, “Then let’s sleep.”
Upon hearing his voice, Aria’s tightly closed eyes slightly opened, seeing the man’s handsome and charming face so close that his light aroma of wine merged with her breath.
She met his eyes, his hands wrapping around her waist, holding her tighter as if he had gained a precious treasure.
“Aria.”
“Mm.”
“We’re married. It’s like a dream.” His low voice carried joy, gently brushing across her heart, making Aria’s heart quiver slightly; yet, now, she inexplicably calmed.
She found it wondrous.
That she and Waylon truly ended up together.
“Sleep.” Waylon stroked the top of her head, bowed his head to gently kiss her forehead.
Aria’s eyes sparkled, nestling in his embrace, her tension throughout the day steadily unwinding.
Aria slept peacefully, while Waylon, with her soft scent in his arms, was tormented to near sleeplessness all night.
Next morning.
Alitzel Williams passed by Waylon Lewis’s room, stealthily approaching the door, trying to hear inside, but caught nothing.
“Mom?” Hope Williams and Waylon Lewis emerged from the room, seeing Alitzel look like she was up to no good.
“Oh, jeez.” Alitzel instantly straightened up, patting her chest, “You scared me.”
“What’s up with you?” Seeing Alitzel’s guilty expression, Hope Williams and Waylon Lewis kind of… understood.
Hope couldn’t hold back a laugh.
Just then, Waylon Lewis’s room door opened, Waylon Lewis, pulling Aria Richardson out, seeing the three people gathered at the door.
Waylon Lewis and Aria glanced at each other, Waylon Lewis, “What are you doing? Holding a group meeting?”
“Ahem…” Alitzel coughed awkwardly, “I was worried you wouldn’t get up, was getting ready to have the servants bring breakfast up for you. Aria, how’d you sleep last night?”
“Ah?” That question seemed meaningful, making Aria embarrassed, “Pretty good, pretty good.”