My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Can’t Get Enough of Her

Wyatt Wynn burst into another fit of laughter. "Zeke Walton, don’t tell me you and your girlfriend still haven’t done anything? Haven’t you two been living together for ages? You’re way too innocent. Or could it be... watching this today will be the catalyst? In that case, I simply have to lend a hand."

He fired off several messages in a row.

"You’re welcome. Share the details with your bro tomorrow after you watch it. A friendly tip: get some umbrellas ready—no, get a lot of them. You’re about to weather a torrential downpour."

They kept the volume low and the lights off, snuggled under the covers to watch together.

The progress bar had barely moved, but Amina’s face was already as red as a tomato.

’This... this... This kind of thing actually exists in the world??’

Zeke Walton could feel her trembling and reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

"If you don’t want to watch, or if this makes you uncomfortable, we can stop."

Peeking through her fingers like she was stealing a glance, Amina asked him.

"Is everyone like this? Is this how we’re all created?"

"Yes. Humanity has existed for thousands of years. It’s been this way for generations."

’Good heavens, who on earth was the first to invent something so outrageous?’

But when she thought about how every generation had gone through this, Amina managed to endure it.

By the end of the episode, Zeke Walton was even more worked up.

"Amina, do you understand now?"

Amina, only half-understanding, answered as if responding to a teacher’s question.

"I think so."

"Then, what if we..."

Her heart began to race. "But... I still have school..."

"Wait here a second." Zeke Walton tossed his phone aside and suddenly rolled out of bed.

"I’ll be right back to explain."

He dashed out like a gust of wind and rushed back in just as quickly, brandishing two boxes of supplies he’d bought as if showing off the spoils of war.

"Have you ever seen these?"

Amina, of course, had not.

The packets inside were small and flat, like the seasoning packets from instant noodles.

"What are these?"

Zeke Walton opened one, gestured with it, and said its name, making Amina wish the ground would swallow her whole.

"Why are there so many strange things?"

"So, are you willing?"

She truly liked Zeke Walton and was willing to take their relationship to any level. So, despite her intense embarrassment, Amina nodded.

The two of them conducted their experiment with a mix of caution and lightning-fast passion.

Zeke Walton was a true gentleman, so Amina didn’t feel much discomfort. On the contrary, it felt... marvelous.

And so, the next day, they both slept in.

When the housekeeper woke up and noticed there wasn’t a peep from their room, she found it odd.

Usually, Amina was up either before her or at the same time. ’What’s going on today?’

But she didn’t dare to call for them. It wasn’t until breakfast was ready and Amina still hadn’t come out that the housekeeper tentatively knocked on their door.

"Amina, aren’t you going to work today? Why aren’t you up yet?"

They were both sleeping soundly. Amina was about to answer, but Zeke Walton replied for her.

"She’s not. We’re skipping breakfast today. You and Grandma can go ahead and eat."

’Skipping breakfast? All right.’ The housekeeper went back to get Grandma.

Zeke Walton pulled Amina into his embrace and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep. But his mind was awake now—and so was the rest of him.

Startled, Amina slapped his hand. "It’s morning!"

"So what if it’s morning? Who made the rule that it can only happen after dark?"

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