Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Zoya froze, and her gaze met Wren’s.

At that moment, one of her hands was braced beside his body, while the other stretched across him to pull the blanket on his far side. As a result, most of her upper body was leaning over him.

From this angle, it looked as if he was beneath her, and she was above.

He tilted his head back slightly, his lips parting and closing. The frigid mask he usually wore was gone, replaced by an enticing softness that made him dangerously captivating.

“Zozo, are you really not tempted to do anything to me?” he murmured.

‘Is he doing this on purpose?‘ Zoya thought.

Zoya raised an eyebrow. This side of Wren was rare, and somehow… intriguing.

“Do you really want me to do something to you?” she teased, her fingers sliding up his neck, pausing on his Adam’s apple.

His lips parted a little, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously under her touch. She couldn’t miss the way his ears turned a faint shade of red.

Zoya was a little taken aback. The guy lying there was usually so untouchable, all cold and high–and–mighty, the kind one’d never dare get close to.

But now, with her on top, it felt like she could mess with him any way she wanted. Like his moods, his every little reaction. She had them all wrapped around her finger.

“Whatever you want to do to me,” Wren whispered.

Just her lightest touch was enough to send joy flooding through him, enough to make him crave more. He wanted her to crave him, to love him even more deeply.

For a moment, Zoya couldn’t take her eyes off Wren’s face.

His lashes quivered, those mesmerizing eyes looking up at her, brimming with passion and yearning. Wren’s voice was soft and a little teasing. “Zozo, are you really thinking of doing something to me?”

His lips were wet and so tempting, impossible to ignore.

Yes, she did want to do something to this man. She lowered her head and kissed him.

His long lashes fluttered, and then he closed his eyes, meeting her kiss with gentle eagerness, doing his best to win her affection. He was craving more of her touch, more of her love.

As the kiss broke, Wren’s eyes glimmered with ripples of longing and desire, looking at her as if he still hadn’t had nearly enough.

“That’s enough, Go to sleep” Zoya said, drawing in a deep breath before pulling the blanket over both of them and lying flat on her side.

“What?” Wren blinked, totally thrown off

That’s it? Just one kiss and she’s done? Is my charm only worth that much?‘ he thought.

“Am I not attractive enough? Did I do something wrong?” Wren asked, a note of anxiety in his voice.

She could sense his anxiety, his insecurity.

“No, you’re really attractive. You haven’t done anything wrong at all, Zoya assured him.

If he weren’t, she wouldn’t have kissed him in the first place,

“Then why didn’t you keep going?” Wren asked.

Zoya glanced over at Wren, taking in how he looked so bashful. “Because if I did, it wouldn’t be fair to you.”

He frowned slightly, puzzled.

Zoya replied, “I do like you, but I’m still not sure if I actually love you.”

She knew his feelings for her were real. And precisely because of that, she didn’t want to take the next step. Not until she was certain her heart matched his.

Wren just stared at her, almost in a daze. Even when she said stuff like this, she was so upfront, so brutally

honest.

For her, mere liking wasn’t enough. Only when she truly loved him would she want all of him.

“Alright, I’ll wait,” he said softly, gently taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm.

His lips were cool, almost trembling, but the touch burned through her skin. “Zozo, I’ll wait until your heart truly belongs to me.”

He’d wait as long as she needed, patient and unwavering, until she loved him so deeply that living apart was simply impossible. For her, there was nothing he wouldn’t do.

Zoya’s palm tingled with warmth from his kiss, as if the heat was spreading straight to her heart. Her heartbeat quickened, thumping wildly in her chest.

That night, Wren fell asleep holding her hand. Ironically, it was Zoya who couldn’t sleep. Her mind was filled with thoughts of him until the early hours of the morning, when she finally drifted off.

When Zoya woke up the next morning, she still felt kind of dazed.

She slipped out of bed and wandered toward the bathroom, planning to wash up. But when she opened the door, she caught sight of Wren with his back to her, just about to pull his bathrobe on.

Sure enough, he’d clearly just showered. His hair was slick and still dripping water.

“Sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here!” Zoya blurted, instantly backing out and shutting the door behind her.

“Pretty ugly, aren’t they?” Wren suddenly blurted out.

“Huh?” Zoya froze, not sure what he was getting at.

“The scars on my back. They’re disgusting, aren’t they?” He didn’t pull his bathrobe on, leaving his back bare for her to see.

The scars snaked across his skin, faded with time, but still enough to show how brutal the lashes must have been. And back then, he was just a child.

Her eyes went watery as she stared at those scars.

She’d seen those scars before, but every time she did, she felt the same mix of shock, anger, and deep, aching pain.

She regretted not hitting his father harder when she’d had the chance. She should’ve struck him a few more times, maybe even whipped him herself, so he could taste what his own son had endured.

“If you really think they’re ugly, then maybe I should just…” Wren murmured.

Before he could even finish, Zoya interrupted him. “They’re not ugly.”

As she said it, she slowly stepped closer, her fingers tenderly brushing across the scars on his back.

Wren stiffened, glancing back at her in disbelief. “You really don’t think they’re ugly?”

“If scars are so ugly, what about mine? I’ve got plenty, you know. Does that mean you’d think I’m ugly too?” Zoya asked.

She’d spent years running missions in the army and ended up collecting quite a few marks herself.

“Of course not!” Wren shot back, almost panicking.

“See? I don’t think yours are ugly one bit.” Zoya’s voice softened, full of warmth. “The only thing truly ugly is the

person who hurt you like that. Those scars just make me want to treasure you even more.”

Her heart ached for him even more, and she just wished he could finally let go of those childhood demons.

As she finished speaking, she leaned in and kissed the scars on his back, letting him know without a word that she would never see his scars as ugly, not ever.

Wren froze. The warmth from her lips spread slowly through his skin, sinking into his veins like sunlight.

He lifted his head slightly, eyes meeting the reflection in the mirror.

In it, Zoya was leaning over his back, kissing those old scars with infinite tenderness.

Wren’s gaze shimmered with indecipherable emotion. He knew how low he’d sunk, taking advantage of her

compassion, secretly feeding on her sympathy just to draw out more of her affection, more of her love.

Because he wanted her love too badly.

‘If she finds out how I’m thinking right now, what will she think?‘ Wren couldn’t help but wonder.

“Zozo, l…” Wren began softly.