Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 412

Despite realizing the truth, she continued playing dumb for days, acting completely oblivious.

No matter how many blatant clues Lawrence dropped, she only offered one single reaction.

Absolute confusion.

That was, until the morning of the sixteenth. When she woke up, her usual good morning kiss came with a soft, punishing bite to her lower lip. Threading his fingers through hers, he massaged her palm with entirely too much intent.

Her body practically melted. "Morning, Lawrence," she murmured, her voice dripping with sleep.

Her raspy morning voice did dangerous things to his self-control. Staring intensely down at her, his voice was gravelly. "Morning, baby."

After stealing another deep, breathless kiss, he practically glued himself to her side, refusing to let her get up as he rambled about absolute nonsense.

It was still early, and he was determined to drag her into a lazy morning in bed.

"Candie, I really don't want to go to work today."

She idly traced lazy circles on his chest. "No can do. You need to take your job seriously."

Brushing his lips against hers, he chuckled darkly. "True. I'm thirty now. Can't be blowing off my responsibilities just to stay in bed with you."

He heavily emphasized the word "thirty," practically begging her to catch the hint. It took everything in her not to burst out laughing. Opting for maximum psychological torture, she gave a slow, totally oblivious nod. "Yep. Glad you realize that. You're a big boy now, no throwing tantrums."

Seeing that his heavy-handed hint had flown right over her head, a flicker of genuine disappointment crossed his eyes. He masked it instantly, though. Gently cupping her face, he chased the corner of her mouth, showering her with agonizingly tender kisses.

It was fine. He was spending his thirtieth birthday with her safely tucked in his arms. That alone was the greatest gift the universe could ever give him. He didn't need anything else.

"Candie..." he breathed affectionately against her skin.

Suddenly, she gasped, dodging his mouth as if a sudden realization had just hit her. "Oh wow, you really are thirty! You blinked and turned into an old man..."

For a split second, he thought she had actually remembered his birthday. When he realized that was the end of her sentence, he playfully pinched her waist in retaliation. Extremely ticklish, she shrieked and buried herself in his chest as he easily flipped her onto her back, caging her beneath his weight, his breathing heavy.

"Did you just call me old?"

"Thirty is my prime, thank you very much!"

She highly doubted that. They had been sharing a bed for over two weeks now, yet they had miraculously, silently agreed to never cross that final line.

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