A Night with Gideon novel Chapter 31

The touch of the cold wind woke Lyzza from her deep sleep. She was drained and exhausted. She didn’t know what time Gideon stopped her since they got home from their wedding reception. Gideon and her get into some intimate moment again. He didn’t know why his movement and caress brought him something different. It was like all of the memories between them four years ago came rushing back on her system.

She opens her eyes and looks for the comforter. It was on the lower part of his exposed back so he slightly pushed himself from his crouch to reach for it. She was about to pull it up to cover her nakedness when she noticed that her husband’s space in bed was empty.

He saw his figure in front of the glass wall where the entire city was clearly visible. He was silently looking outside the building with a serious face. Only the lights that came from outside illuminated their cramped room. He finally lifted the comforter up to his chest and leaned against the headboard of the bed to look at Gideon. He seemed to be deep in thought and wanted to know why.

He knows that there is no love between them, but as he said, they will be two consisting adults that will be in a marriage like any other couple.

He seemed to sense that he was looking because he turned in his direction. His deep brown eyes flickered when the light outside partially hit his face. N*******d-baro is still wearing only boxer shorts. His toned and muscled body screams power and danger. And just like he thought when they were together in Davao, it’s still good to be imprisoned in his arms. His veiny arms are strong that she felt so secure every time he caged her around them. "It’s only four o’clock,"

he said when he got close to him. "You’re not sleepy anymore?"

His voice was so tender that he just wanted to hug it. "Still sleepy, but I saw you."

He tightly tucked the comforter fabric that covered his nakedness to his armpits and covered his face with both palms before yawning.

"You miss me that fast?"

he teased.

He shook his head and lay back on the bed. He held her by the arm and met her gaze, "Is there a problem?"

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He didn’t answer but just stared at her intently, he couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes,

"K-If you don’t want to say it, it’s okay. I just want you to know that you shouldn’t take

your problem personally. You’re human too, you’re not a superhero."

He yawned again and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders.

"Do you think I am selfish for not sharing my problem? For not letting other people get into it."

"That depends. That depends on the reason why."

He didn’t know why he was able to speak his "full of wisdom"

advice despite his sleepiness pulling him back. "If that’s good for the majority, why not? But like I said, you’re not Superman to take your problems to yourself. Give it to me. Sharing is trendy,"

he grinned at his wife and hugged his deeprooted hand and then closed his eyes, completely drifting off from his sleep.