When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 97

**Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 97**

Chiara found herself nestled in the warm embrace of the bathtub, the soothing water enveloping her like a gentle cocoon. It was a moment of peace, one she cherished, until an unexpected presence shattered her tranquility. Her eyes flew open, and instinctively, she curled into herself, her gaze locking onto Titus with a fierce glare.

“Don’t touch me,” she shot back, her voice sharp as a blade.

Titus raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, glistening with droplets of water. “I’m just here to help you with the body wash,” he replied, his tone light yet laced with mischief.

Chiara’s teeth clenched in irritation as she narrowed her eyes at him. “No, thanks. I can manage perfectly well on my own.”

“Didn’t you just mention that your hands were too weak to hold me?” Titus countered, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

The anger bubbled within Chiara, and she felt a tightness in her chest. Before she could fully comprehend her actions, she scooped up a handful of bathwater and splashed it directly at his annoyingly handsome face.

Titus’s eyes fluttered shut as the water cascaded down his features, droplets dancing across his skin. For a brief moment, Chiara stood frozen, a mix of shock and triumph coursing through her veins. Then, as if awakening from a trance, she attempted to make a hasty escape from the tub.

Unfazed, Titus wiped his face with deliberate slowness, his gaze fixed on her as she leaned precariously over the edge of the tub. He clicked his tongue softly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re running off to, huh?” he teased, his voice smooth like silk.

Chiara felt her heart race, but she refused to back down. “Let me go! I’m done. I want to get out!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in defiance.

Titus held her delicate form close, his eyes darkening with an undeniable desire as he admired the elegant curve of her spine. It had been three long years, yet his obsession for her only deepened with time.

He spun her around to face him, his gaze smoldering, filled with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “Admit you were wrong?” he challenged, his voice low and commanding.

A chill raced down Chiara’s spine under the weight of his gaze, and all her bravado crumbled in an instant. “I was wrong. Let me go!” she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips in a rush.

In that moment, she felt utterly defeated.

Titus’s eyes burned with a fierce heat as he studied her rosy cheeks, the blush deepening under his scrutiny. “So, what did you do wrong?” he pressed, his tone playful yet serious.

Chiara felt her heart race, spooked by the way he was looking at her. “I shouldn’t have splashed water at you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Titus let out a hearty laugh, clearly enjoying her flustered state. “Why are you suddenly being so obedient?” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Chiara was momentarily at a loss for words. ‘Isn’t it obvious? That hungry look in your eyes is terrifying me,’ she thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

By the time they finally emerged from the bathroom, nearly an hour had slipped away unnoticed.

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Chiara felt as though her entire body had turned to jelly, utterly exhausted. She collapsed onto the bed, her voice barely above a whisper as she called out, “Titus…”

Titus paused, towel in hand, his movements momentarily forgotten as he turned to her. Gently, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, his touch tender. “Hmm?” he replied, his voice softening.

Her eyes fluttered closed, the weight of sleep pulling her under. “I liked it better the way things used to be,” she murmured, a hint of nostalgia coloring her words.

Titus observed her, noting how drowsy she appeared, yet he couldn’t resist asking, “What was better before?”

“Our sex life. Twice a week was just right,” she mumbled, her voice trailing off as sleep beckoned.

Titus raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile breaking across his face as he studied her. “I can’t promise you that,” he replied, laughter dancing in his tone.

But Chiara didn’t respond; she had already succumbed to the embrace of slumber.

Titus settled at the edge of the bed, watching her sleep for a while. ‘Honestly, the idea of sticking with her and maybe even having a kid together… doesn’t sound half bad. Just the thought of it sends a thrill through me,’ he mused, his gaze drifting to her belly, his expression turning serious.

He reached out, gently tapping her stomach with his fingers. “Prove yourself,” he muttered under his breath, a determined glint in his eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, Chiara remained blissfully unaware of his thoughts, simply rolling over in her sleep, lost in her dreams.

The following morning, Chiara awoke with a start, sitting up and massaging her aching lower back.

“I was just about to wake you up,” Titus said, his voice breaking through her foggy mind.

Chiara looked up, and as the wild memories of the previous night flooded her mind, she couldn’t help but grimace. “I’m so sore all over. My back and legs are killing me. I’m taking the day off,” she groaned, her voice thick with fatigue.

Titus raised an eyebrow, walking over with his tie in hand, his gaze lingering on her waist and belly for a moment longer than necessary. “Really?” he asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

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