Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Fuck

“Stop crying,” I said quietly, my hand stroking her hair. The strands were soft beneath my fingers, still carrying that vanilla scent that had haunted me for

three years.

“Why?” She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her eyes red and swollen and so vulnerable it made my chest tight. “So you can hurt me again? So you

can remind me how worthless I am to you?”

“You’re not worthless.”

“Then what am I?” A bitter laugh escaped through her tears. “Your convenient wife? Your obligation? The girl you’re stuck with until the contract runs out?”

My jaw clenched. That’s not-

But wasn’t it? Hadn’t I treated her exactly like that for three years? Like she was some burden I had to carry? Some mistake I was trying to manage?

Yes, You fucking did.

“I don’t want a divorce,” I heard myself say.

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

“I don’t want to divorce you.” My hands tightened on her back, holding her closer. “I know that’s what you want. But I can’t-

“You don’t mean that.” Her voice was hollow.

“I do.” My forehead pressed against hers, and I felt her breath hitch. Felt her pulse racing beneath her skin. “Can we just-can we not do this? Not get

divorced?”

“Julian-

The word felt foreign on my tongue.

But I said it anyway. “Don’t leave me. I won’t let you leave.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her tear-stained face inches from mine.

I could see the confusion in her eyes, mixing with the hurt and anger.

“What do you mean?” Her voice came out small. Uncertain.

I pulled her tighter against me, one hand sliding up to cup the back of her head, the other wrapped firmly around her waist.

I don’t want a divorce. The words came easier this time. “Can’t you just stay by my side? Be good?”

She pulled back slightly, trying to see my face. Why? The one you love isn’t-”

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Blessed the rest of her sentence with my mouth.

My lips crashed against hers, cutting off whatever she was about to say. She made a muffled sound of protest, but I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping

past her lips.

When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. Elena’s eyes were glazed, her lips swollen and red.

“I know you don’t like her,” I said quietly, my thumb tracing her jaw. “I’ll keep her away from you from now on. I promise.”

Julian-

My hands moved to her back, finding the clasp of her bra. One quick flick and it came undone. I pulled it away, tossing it somewhere behind me.

And then I looked at her.

Fuck.

Three years. Three years I’d been touching her, fucking her, and somehow I’d never really looked.

Her breasts were perfect-full and soft, filling my hands completely. Pale skin with a faint rosy flush across her chest.

Her nipples were a darker pink, already hard from the cool air and my attention, begging to be touched.

The curves were natural, real. They moved with her breathing.

Delicate. Feminine, Beautiful in a way that made my mouth go dry.

“Julian Her voice was shaky, uncertain. “What are you-

I didn’t let her finish.

I bent my head and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her hands flying to my hair, arching against me instinctively.

God, she tastes so fucking good.

I switched to the other breast, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak before sucking it deep. Her breathing came in short gasps, her fingers tightening in my

hair.

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