Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 707

Still, he was determined to respect Elena's boundaries.

Elena nodded. She voluntarily wrapped her arms around his neck, answering his question by pulling him back down for another kiss.

Receiving her silent permission, Dylan was ecstatic, a surge of adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He swept Elena up into his arms in one smooth motion. "Let's go to the bedroom."

Elena's face burned as red as a tomato, and she hurriedly buried her face in his chest.

"I've... never done this before," Elena murmured.

"What a coincidence. Neither have I," Dylan replied with a warm, reassuring smile.

In the bedroom, the atmosphere grew heavy with passion...

Early the next morning.

Elena felt like she'd been run over by a freight train.

She seriously wondered if she had been dragged into a street fight the night before. Why did every single muscle ache so much?

"You're awake?" Dylan's gravelly voice drifted into her ear.

"Mm... last night..."

"Were you satisfied with last night?" Dylan teased.

Elena froze for a second before his meaning clicked, and her ears instantly burned red.

"I never expected someone as tough as you to get so shy." Dylan let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

Elena grabbed a pillow and hurled it directly at his face!

"Wait... is there a chance I could get pregnant?"

Dylan chuckled softly. "You're a doctor, aren't you? Don't you track your safe days? I checked the calendar—you aren't ovulating. It was a safe night."

Elena was left entirely speechless.

Even though she was a doctor, this was her first time actually doing this, so her brain had somewhat short-circuited.

"Dylan, I want to take a shower."

"Alright, I'll go run the hot water for you."

Dylan headed to the bathroom, filled the tub, and then walked back to sweep Elena out of bed.

Elena let him be, and shortly after, she headed to the studio for work.

Dylan watched Elena enter her office building. A moment later, a sleek car pulled up quietly beside him.

Dylan opened the door and slid into the backseat.

George Miller was sitting inside waiting for him.

"Seeing you in that delivery jacket... it just burns my eyes," George remarked, shaking his head.

"Then gouge them out."

"Hey now, let's not get violent. I know you're just using the delivery gig as a smokescreen to keep Xavier Sinclair off your scent, but you could have picked literally any other cover job. You didn't have to choose delivering takeout."

"I think delivering food is perfectly fine. The hours are entirely flexible."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say. Just look over these documents. I need your signature on a few of them."

Dylan took the folder, quickly skimmed through the pages, and signed his name where required.

"Say... if Xavier ever found out that you've been secretly building your own empire on the side, and that it's actually massive, how do you think he'd react?"

"His reaction would be to crush it entirely. Or simply absorb it into his own holdings."