He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 135

The ski resort hotel.

An assistant handed over a report, saying respectfully, “Mr. Reeves, the doctor has checked. Ms. Summers’s stomach is fine, and the baby is in good condition.”

Caspian sat at the table, tapping his fingers intermittently, his expression unreadable.

After a long pause, he said distractedly, “I see.”

Outside the floor–to–ceiling window, the blizzard intensified. The wind howled against the glass, sounding eerily like a woman’s sharp cry.

Caspian’s brow furrowed, and his heart began to pound with a deep sense of unease.

The assistant bowed and was about to leave when Caspian quickly stopped him.

“Wait!”

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Caspian, his face stern, tossed a jacket over. “Go up the mountain, find Scarlett, and bring her to the hotel to warm up.”

As he spoke, a hint of softness flickered in his eyes.

After a few hours in the cold, she must have learned her lesson, her temper probably cooled down a bit.

No matter what, she was still his wife, and they still had to live their lives together.

“Yes, sir.”

Not long after the assistant left, there was a knock on the door.

Caspian opened the door, confused, to find Dahlia standing there, wrapped tightly in a coat.

Her face was red from the cold. She was rubbing her hands together, her breath coming out in white puffs. “Caspian. the heating in my room is broken. It’s so cold. Can I stay in your room for the night?”

Caspian froze for a moment, a strange wave of annoyance washing over him.

He stepped back and said flatly, “You can.”

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After Dahlia went into the bathroom, Caspian lay back on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

He couldn’t resist sending a text to his assistant: [Any luck? Have you found my wife yet?]

[How is she doing?]

Perhaps the signal was bad on the mountain, because he didn’t get a reply.

Uneasily, Caspian opened his chat with me, composing and deleting messages for a long time.

Just as he was about to hit send, the sound of water from the bathroom abruptly stopped.

“Caspian, the water temperature in your room is perfect.” Dahlia walked out wrapped in a towel, damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead, her fair, long legs particularly eye–catching.

In an instant, a flicker of desire appeared in his eyes, and his breathing quickened.

Dahlia let the towel drop, revealing one shoulder, and sat down gently on his lap. “Caspian, will you put lotion on

me?”

Caspian’s throat tightened. He tossed his phone aside and placed a hand on her waist.

“Okay.”

His fingers traced her skin, sending shivers through her body.

Dahlia’s eyes were misty. “It’s cold.”

Looking into her wet, doe–like eyes, Caspian could no longer hold back. He cupped her head and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Inside, the room was filled with passion. Outside, the wind raged and the snow fell heavily.

After their reckless encounter, Dahlia changed into my silk pajamas and fell asleep nestled in Caspian’s arms.

Caspian’s right eye twitched uncontrollably. He stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

He picked up his phone, wanting to check for messages again, but Dahlia suddenly turned over, murmuring something in her sleep.

Caspian smelled the camellia scent on the silk pajamas–my signature scent–and gave a helpless smile.

Whatever. The assistant must have brought her back from the snow by now.

Checking on her tomorrow would be the same.

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With that thought, he put down his phone, held the woman in his arms tighter, and finally drifted off to sleep.

That night, Caspian slept poorly.

In his dream, he was stumbling through a snowstorm. When he saw a familiar figure ahead, he quickened his pace

excitedly.

“Scarlett? Jeez, you had me worried sick…”

He pushed through the snow, only to find me lying in a snowdrift, my body twisted, my eyes wide open in a horrifying stare, my death a tragic sight.

Blood gushed from my abdomen, spreading all the way to his feet, a shocking sea of red.

“Impossible-”

Caspian woke with a start, reaching out but grabbing only empty air.

He sat up, gasping for breath, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his throat, his back

drenched in a cold sweat.

Dahlia rubbed her eyes and mumbled, annoyed, “Caspian, what are you talking about so early in the morning?”

Caspian pressed his temples and realized it was already morning.

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