Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 870

Haskell lifted her hand and pressed a light kiss to the back of it, his voice growing even huskier. “Just a little longer. At the right time, we’ll both give each other the best experience.”

“Alright.” In truth, the waiting was a torment for Larissa too. She was just as impatient as he was, longing for the day his legs would be fully healed, so he could take her to the heavens.

After a few more moments of tender embrace, Haskell said, “Okay, I should go take a shower too. We need to get some rest. You and Neville have to deal with the lawsuit tomorrow.”

Larissa nodded. “Okay. No video call later, then.”

Haskell smiled. “No… Let’s have one more kiss.”

With that, he leaned in and captured her lips again.

…

That night, the internet was abuzz not only with the truth behind the Judson Pharmaceuticals incident revealed on Larissa's livestream, but also with news about Haskell. Everyone was discussing the apparent recovery of his legs.

[Larissa’s medical skills are incredible! I heard the Palmer family hired countless famous doctors for Haskell, and they all said his legs were a lost cause! Now he can stand up, even if we haven't seen him walk yet!]

[It’s happening. I remember Larissa said she could cure him in three months at most. A lot of people thought she was bluffing, but look now! She’s the real deal!]

[Wow, so does this mean the position of the Palmer family heir is definitely going to Haskell?]

[Of course. It was already supposed to be his. The only reason it was in question was because of his legs. Even with his undeniable talent, it’s not a good look for such a powerful family to have a disabled heir. The other candidates would never have accepted it. Once he’s fully recovered, Zoltan Palmer won't hesitate for a second to officially name him!]

[People used to mock Haskell for being disabled and forced into a marriage with a girl from the countryside. Now look at them. This is a true power couple! The most explosive marriage in Regal City!]

Honora padded barefoot across the soft, imported carpet, making her way toward him. What happened next was inevitable.

However, just as they were about to begin, Honora whispered shyly, “Mr. Lincoln, please be gentle with me tonight.”

Lucius frowned. “Gentle? Do you think I need to be?”

Honora let out a small whimper, biting her lip as she explained softly, “Normally, I wouldn’t ask… but things are different now…”

“Oh? How are they different?” Lucius had no intention of being gentle. All he wanted was to unleash his frustration.

Honora placed her hands on his abdomen, her voice trembling. “Because I’m pregnant.”