Guardian watched Ethan carefully as the young man adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and checked the fit of his jacket one last time. “Leaving already?” Guardian asked, his tone carrying mild curiosity as he leaned back in his chair. “Yes,” Ethan replied, smoothing a small crease from his sleeve. “I want to get this meeting over with as quickly as possible.” Guardian’s gaze moved toward the windows. “Don’t you think it is too early,” he asked calmly, lifting his glass and taking a small sip. “I know,” Ethan said, straightening his jacket as he looked at his reflec

The journey to the Hawthorn estate was unusually quiet. Guardian drove smoothly along the road, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while Ethan sat beside him and watched the scenery change outside the window. Buildings slowly gave way to larger properties and private roads as they drew closer to the estate, and although Ethan remained silent, his eyes stayed fixed on the passing scenery.As soon as they approached the Hawthorn estate, however, Ethan noticed something that immediately caught his attention. The massive security gates were already opening, and unlike the previous day, none of the guards stepped forward to stop the vehicle or even approach them. Instead, the gates simply swung open before the SUV had even reached them, allowing Guardian to drive straight through without slowing down.Ethan raised an eyebrow as he watched the guards disappear behind them. "They were informed," he said, his voice calm but slightly amused.Guardian glanced at him briefly before

Ethan stared up at her, the words she had just spoken still hanging in the air between them. For a long moment he could not move. His mind refused to process what he had heard. Three years of cold distance, three years of being treated as an embarrassment, three years of sleeping alone in the small house at the back of the estate while she kept this room locked against him, and now she was offering him her body as though it were the most natural thing in the world.He could not believe it.His voice came out lower and rougher than he intended. “This is not what I came here for.”Clara’s expression softened, yet there was something deliberate and unyielding beneath the softness. She leaned closer and pressed one slender finger against his lips, silencing him before he could say more.“I know this is not what you came here for,” she murmured. “But I am giving it to you because it is your right. You are my husband, Ethan. You deserve to make love to me.” Her eyes searched his face. “Or d

Ethan was still hard as fuck. His thick cock remained rigid and heavy between them, glistening with her release, the swollen head resting against the soft skin of her lower belly. Clara lay beneath him, chest rising and falling in deep, uneven pulls as she tried to catch her breath. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of the orgasm he had just wrung from her.She could not believe it. For three years she had ignored him. On their wedding night she had not even allowed him to touch her. Never once had she considered him a man capable of performing in bed. Yet he had just made her scream until her throat felt raw and brought tears of pure, overwhelming pleasure to her eyes. Even Ryan had never once made her feel anything close to what Ethan had just given her.Her gaze dropped between their bodies. She stared at his cock, still standing thick and fully erect, and a soft sound of shock left her lips.Ethan did not give her time to recover fully. His hands slid to her hips and pu

Ethan gazed at Clara for a long moment, allowing everything she had told him to settle in his mind. For three years, he had believed he understood exactly why she had changed after their marriage. He had always known that she was aware of his financial situation when they first met. She had known he was poor, yet she had loved him anyway, choosing him despite the enormous difference between their backgrounds and eventually agreeing to marry him. That was what had made her behavior afterward so difficult for him to understand.He had spent countless nights wondering what had changed. Perhaps she had regretted marrying a poor man. Perhaps she had become ashamed of having him as a husband after realizing how difficult their life would be. Perhaps she had simply stopped loving him and grown tired of struggling beside him. Those thoughts had followed him for years, slowly convincing him that Clara had come to hate him because of his financial situation.Now, however, he was beginning to re