Emilia didn't push him away. She just stared calmly at the ceiling, only a slight, instinctive tremble running through her body.
If he wanted her, he could have her.
That was what she thought.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Theodore’s hands were on her waist. He undid the buttons of her pajamas and gently kissed the scars on her skin.
His breath was hot.
She wasn't resisting; she had consented.
That's what Theodore thought.
Joy and desire surged within him.
He wanted her. He had wanted her for so many years, so, so badly.
But when he looked up, he was met with the sight of her empty eyes staring calmly at the ceiling.
There was no passion, only stillness.
Like a rag doll, completely pliant.
In an instant, it was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him, shocking him back to his senses.
His heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
Theodore forcibly suppressed his desire and fixed her clothes.
Emilia watched his movements and asked softly, "Aren't you going to continue?"
But he just pulled her into his arms.
"Don't you want me?" her voice was muffled against his chest.
Theodore kissed her forehead, looking at her with sorrow in his eyes.
"When you truly want to," he said.
"Tyler is a horrible person."
"But Emilia, there are so many people in this world who like you and love you."
He said, gently stroking her face.
"If you want to cry, just cry. Don't hold it in," he said softly. "We're lovers, we're family. You don't have to be strong around me."
A lump formed in Emilia's throat. In that moment, it was the first time she'd felt something real in a while.
Emilia didn't say anything, just buried her face in his embrace.
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Theodore is the right man....
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