Forbidden Heat novel Chapter 240

“I’m sorry for asking this again…but…can you please make sure that no one publishes anything too questioning about our son…” I whispered to Edward desperately as I squeezed his large hand.

I felt very insecure about our son. The truth didn’t matter as much as how he would feel if he grew up and saw the things written about him. Words of speculations were unkind…at best.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get someone to handle it,” Edward said as he squeezed my hand back reassuringly.

I smiled at him in thanks, and we reverted to our public mode as we continued to network with our acquittances and business partners.

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“That drained so much energy from me. My back, legs and feet hurt from walking around too much in high heels…I feel like an old woman…” I complained once we were in the limousine on our way back.

“You’re making me feel a little bad for dragging you here…” Edward muttered before chuckling a little.

His hands working to remove the bow from his neck before he shrugged off his suit. He sighed a little and I could tell that he was tired too. At least, he wasn’t standing around in high heels for more than half of the night like I was.

I took of my shoes and threw them to the side on the floor. My feet are killing me. I haven’t worn heels this high and for this long for more than a year, I think.

“You look enchantingly beautiful…” Edward said, completely out of the blue.

I turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at me intently. How long has he been watching me this way?

“Well, that’s…a little random,” I said, feeling a little shy.

“I think the dress suits you…very well…” Edward continued with his praise.

“Really? I think it’s a little revealing…has a revenge dress vibe,” I replied before laughing.

“I can see that. I love this color on you…and the smooth and sensitive skin of your back…” Edward said.

His hand slowly turned my body around so that I had his back to him. Slowly, his fingers traced the sensitive skin of my naked back, along my spine.

“Edward…” I whispered his name, very mindful that we were still in the car.

“I picked this dress…” Edward said as if admitting to a little crime.

“Really? I thought the brand owner chose it,” I said, truly surprised.

“The brand presented options, but I made the final choice…” Edward replied, a little proudly.

“It’s not like you to choose something so revealing…” I said, feeling a little suspicious.

“I guess you’re right about that…but it does have its benefits…” Edward said with a little laugh.