CHAPTER 201: CHAPTER 201: SO UNCOMFORTABLE IT’S ALMOST INSANITY

Chloe Simpson couldn’t tell if it was the effect of the Flibanserin tonight,

or if she was provoked by hearing Lucas Hughes and Sunny Armstrong’s story from Orion Miller’s mouth,

or if it was simply that, under the hazy moonlight, indulging so freely and passionately, she wanted to express her deepest feelings.

Or maybe it was because she had never done anything like this in a car before, and her body and soul were experiencing an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and satisfaction.

In that moment, as if under a spell, she began to recount everything—everything that had happened since she first met Alexander Johnson, along with her emotional journey—without leaving a single word unsaid.

Alexander Johnson was completely stunned this time!

It felt as if his heart had stopped beating for a moment.

He stared at Chloe, unwavering, his eyes visibly turning red and welling up with tears.

At the same time, his movements came to a sudden halt.

"Alexander Johnson, take me! Please! Ah!"

At the most crucial moment, he stopped abruptly, leaving Chloe so distressed she could hardly bear it. She began begging him.

"Chloe, I want you! I want you so badly! I want you to love me, love me as fiercely as you can!"

Hearing her words, Alexander finally snapped out of his trance.

He pulled Chloe against his chest and began to act without holding back.

Chloe instinctively opened her mouth and started softly licking his chest.

From the entanglements of their wedding night, through all their trials—teasing, misunderstandings, hostility, suspicion, and hatred—they had at last become one, truly and completely.

Perhaps Chloe, under the influence of the Flibanserin, was not fully conscious or rational in this moment.

But Alexander had fallen for her from his heart to his body, genuinely and utterly.

That night, the bright moonlight became the perfect elixir for their union.

It was also a witness to their mutual entanglement.

Skin against skin, their wild passion took over, tender whispers mingled with fervent desire, their shared intimacy enveloping the entire car in a dreamy haze.

In the end, even the moon seemed bashful, retreating behind the clouds.

When it was over, Chloe was already so exhausted she couldn’t move, and she fell into a deep sleep in Alexander’s arms.

Alexander gently caressed her for a long while before carefully placing her back in the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt, and driving her back to the apartment.

"Eldest Young Master, you... you brought Miss Simpson back! That’s just wonderful!"

Nanny King, seeing Alexander return with Chloe, was so overjoyed she couldn’t stop smiling.

After carrying Chloe upstairs, Alexander tenderly cleaned her up and even gave her a bath.

That night, Chloe had a beautiful dream.

In her dream, Alexander Johnson was so gentle it made her want to cry, and so domineering that she couldn’t help but love him endlessly.

In her dream, they were the closest, most intimate of lovers.

Her lips curved upward in her sleep, unable to suppress her smile.

At the end of her dream, she found herself back in that long-ago night she had always dreamed of, seeking the person she had always been searching for.

Finally, she saw that person’s face clearly—it was Alexander Johnson.

The next morning, when Chloe woke up, she found herself lying in the master bedroom of the apartment, tightly embraced by Alexander.

She was nestled closely against his chest. At that moment, when she looked up at him, she felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

It was as if his face aligned perfectly with some long-lost fragment of her memory.

Especially when Alexander sensed her movement and opened his eyes, the loving, doting, and familiar gaze he cast on her was almost overwhelming.

She reached out to gently touch his face, and before she could stop herself, she asked, "Alexander Johnson, have we met before?"