Can't Win Me Back

Chatper 1334

Landon slowly walked into the room. He was worried about waking the love of his life from her dreams,

so he took his shoes off and went into the room in just his socks.

Lauren was curled under the blanket on the huge and spacious bed. Only her head protruded out. Her

long black hair was scattered like ink dissipating on a white paper.

Landon sat by the bedside, gazing deeply at his wife's pretty face. He brushed away a strand of hair

from her face with his fingers.

He was no longer looking around for anyone else. He only had eyes for Lauren.

"I can't believe so much had happened while I was away for such a short time."

Landon gently caressed Lauren's smooth face with his coarse fingertips, continuing to trace her lips

and beautiful neckline. "I always believed I was the only man in the world who had you on his mind.

Your charm exceeds my wildest imagination. I won't take you out anymore.

"What am I supposed to do if someone fancies you? You can't imagine how much I couldn't stand what

happened tonight. If that rascal wasn't Alyssa's brother, I would have treated him like a punching bag."

Unconsciously, he tightened his grip.

Lauren's eyes fluttered slightly as she let out a soft moan. Panicking, Landon quickly released his grip,

fearing he might disturb her peaceful sleep.

Then, Lauren turned over. She lay flat on the bed. She had kicked her blanket down, revealing half of

her body.

She was in a spaghetti-strapped nightgown, but her nightgown became disheveled as she shifted onnovelbin

the bed. The delicate contours of her shoulders and the alluring curves of her bosom peeked out from

beneath the confines of her nightgown, as if yearning to break free.

Landon was so consumed by lust that his shoulders shuddered. He was about to lose it.

"Hmm... Do you really like my painting?" Lauren murmured in her sleep.

He could hear every word in the quiet room.

"Do you really like my painting?" Landon was certain Lauren wasn't asking him this question. Then,

who was she talking to?

"Cyrus."

Landon felt a surge of heat as his mind went blank. The next moment, he moved atop Lauren, kissing

her with an intensity that seemed like he was about to rip her lips off. The commotion finally roused

Lauren from her sleep.

She was initially mortified, but when she realized it was Landon, she relaxed her entire body. Hooking

both arms around the back of his neck, she gently eased the intensity of the kiss, melting away the

anger between their lips and tongues.

Her nightgown was nowhere to be found.

Lauren had always compromised with Landon. It didn't matter when or where. If he wanted it, she

would give it to him.

Two bodies swayed and rocked against each other for an extended period, lost in the rhythm of their

shared passion.

Landon released Lauren only when she couldn't bear it any longer, whimpering and scratching his

back. Men were often insatiable creatures. They sought comfort in intimacy when happy and craved it

even more when upset.

"Lauren, what did the rascal do to you? Hmm?" Landon was still on top of her—a fiery possessiveness

burned in his eyes.

"Landon, what did I do wrong?"

Lauren could sense he was angry, but she was clueless as to what she did wrong. Tears welled in her

eyes, overwhelmed by a sense of injustice and panic.

Landon couldn't bear to see her cry. His heart felt like a knife cut it. He immediately pulled her into his

arms and soothed her.

"It's okay. It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong, Lauren. I am the one at fault. It's okay now. Let's go

to bed."

They managed to survive until daylight.

Lauren slept as soundly as a baby. Meanwhile, Landon was like a father who had stayed up all night to

coax his crying child. He went downstairs with a pair of eyes shadowed and marked with exhaustion.

Alyssa and Jasper slept well the previous night and woke up early.

As they wrapped up their morning run and freshened up with a shower, they prepared to sit down for

breakfast.

Alyssa sat leisurely at the dining table and ate bread. Jasper had an apron on as he attentively fried

eggs in the kitchen.

The atmosphere was warm. It felt like they had been married for many years.

The jealousy from the previous night lingered in Landon's eyes as he watched them, tearfully envious

of their relationship.