Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 She’s Blushing

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Lean arms were wrapped in a light sheath of muscle, shining under the sunlight.

Rosalie flushed hard, her heart racing. She didn’t even understand why just a few simple movements had her blushing uncontrollably.

She tilted her head slightly. Micah pressed a cool hand to her forehead, his voice lowered a notch.

“Matriarch, your face is scorching. You feel really warm. Are you getting a fever?”

Rosalie leaned into the chill of his palm, forcing herself to calm down. She fought her frantic heartbeat and swallowed.

“I’m fine. It’s probably just the sun.”

The moment he heard that, Cameron stiffened and immediately started waving people away.

“Micah, hurry and take the Matriarch home. It’s too hot here, and the dust is awful.

“The Matriarch is pregnant. Move it-get her back!”

Rosalie couldn’t exactly confess that she was flustered because she’d been dazzled by a handsome body. She gave a vague hum, turned around, and left with Micah.

Elijah’s gaze darkened. He watched Rosalie walk away, the corner of his lips lifting into a teasing smile.

That night, Gael and Julien still hadn’t come back.

First Declan disappeared, and now Julien and Gael were gone as well.

With so many people vanishing at once, the house felt empty to Rosalie.

She ate very little at dinner and went straight to bed.

Her worries gnawed at her, and she didn’t let Micah into the room. For once, she slept by herself.

Harris still hadn’t shown himself, and the rice shop continued to be targeted. Rosalie had no idea what grudge Harris held against Julien and Gael.

But anyone who interfered with her profits needed to be handled.

She tossed and turned endlessly in bed.

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Under the blanket, she felt hot. Without it, she was still hot.

Heat gathered and burned in her chest, leaving her whole body sore and weak.

It felt strange. She figured it was probably related to her pregnancy.

Just then, someone pushed the door open.

By the moonlight, she recognized the figure and called softly, “Elijah?”

Elijah was bare-chested, revealing a lean waist and defined abs. A loose pelt hung at his hips; his long, taut legs appeared and disappeared with each step as he approached.

Rosalie swallowed. Her heart nearly burst from her chest. Her voice trembled and refused to steady.

“Elijah, what are you doing?”

He placed one knee on the bed, then the other, until his entire body hovered over her.

He locked eyes with Rosalie and suddenly said, “Matriarch, you really enjoyed the view earlier.

“Your eyes never left me.

“So I came to…”

He paused, took her hand, and pressed it against his abs, guiding it slowly.

“Give you a private experience.”

Rosalie was blushing all the way to her ears. She’d never realized Elijah’s voice, lowered like this, could be so seductive.

It felt like a feather brushing against her heart, making her chest itch, her hands itch, even her lips itch.

The skin beneath her palm was firm and hot, rising and falling with his breaths.

She tried to turn her face away, unwilling to meet his dangerous eyes, but his large hand cupped her jaw, unyielding.

There was a sharp, unquestionable edge to his movement. His hungry gaze locked onto hers.

He leaned down to her ear and murmured, “Matriarch, I’m here to please you.

“So don’t hide.”

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