h4Chapter 32: New Revtions/h4

Eric watched E wrinkle her nose, finding her genuine expression amusing. This was the real E, the one he rarely saw.

At E’sing-of-age banquet, she had been soposed and wary of him,cking the innocence of a typical teenager, instead resembling a woman weathered by life’s storms.

E kicked off her shoes and opened the closet, only to find it filled with men’s clothes.

"There aren’t any women’s clothes. Are you expecting me to wear yours?"

E frowned, her tone unexpectedly more rxed than usual, as if she had known Eric for a long time.

"Just wear my pajamas for now. In half an hour, someone will bring you some women’s clothes," Eric said with a lightugh. He walked over, drew back the curtains, andzily sat down, pouring himself a ss of red wine.

E nced at therge double bed, noting the gray sheets, reflecting Eric’s preference for simple, understated colors. For some reason, her face felt hot after just a nce.

Eric noticed the hint of embarrassment and confusion in her eyes, chuckling as he teased, "What’s on your mind? Thinking of something inappropriate?"

"I am not! Eric, can you stop being so lewd?"

E shot him a re before grabbing a set of his pajamas and slipping into the bathroom.

In the spacious bathroom, E ran the warm water and ced the pajamas on the counter, feeling a bit uneasy. Taking a bath here while Eric waited outside felt incredibly intimate.

To outsiders, it must look like Eric had brought her here for... well, something suggestive.

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became. She hurriedly finished her bath and put on Eric’s oversized silk pajamas.

The silk pajamas were light and long, draping over her petite frame, giving her a surprisingly elegant look.

E opened the bathroom door and walked out with her head down, her slightly damp hair cascading over her shoulders, adding a youthful charm.

Her slender figure was hidden beneath the loose pajamas, but it only highlighted her delicate face.

Eric’s eyes lit up, a faint smile ying on his lips. E walked to the vanity, catching sight of her flushed cheeks in the mirror.

Eric stood and approached her from behind.

E’s heart raced as she pretended to calmly pick up a brush and smooth her hair.

Eric’s hands encircled her waist, his warm breath tickling her ear.

"Do you like it here, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I do."

E put down the brush and nudged him, "Let go, don’t hold me like this!"

"I won’t touch you," Ericughed softly. "But I do want to kiss you!"

Before she could respond, his hot, damp lips were on her earlobe.

E trembled, struggling to breathe.

His kisses trailed from her earlobe down to her nape, lingering passionately.

E felt lost, but remembering a secret, she closed her eyes and trembled.

Eric’s kisses grew more urgent, his breath heavy. E’s unease grew.

Suddenly, she was lifted off her feet and thrown onto therge bed.

The bed was so soft that it didn’t hurt, instead filling her with an inexplicable excitement.

E let out a startled cry as Eric pinned her down, flipping her over to face him.

Eric gazed intently at E, her eyes wide with panic and unwillingness.

Eric’s desire cooled instantly, seeing her distress.

Eric had only ever had one girlfriend, someone he met abroad. He had never been interested in any other women who threw themselves at him, and he certainly never forced himself on anyone he found attractive.

"If you don’t want this... just pretend I was out of my mind," Eric said, getting up and striding towards the bathroom.

Ey there, stunned. Eric had seemed so overwhelmed with desire, yet he had suddenly left her alone. He had always said he wouldn’t touch her unless she was willing.

Taking a deep breath, E marveled at Eric’s self-control. Any other man might have forced her by now.

Five minutester, Eric emerged from the bathroom, his hair slightly damp. E instinctively lowered her head.

"What’s wrong? Feeling guilty? Did you sneak a drink of my wine?" Eric joked, sittingzily beside her.

E shot him a re. "I did not drink your wine!"

"So, what do you want to eat? I forgot that someone already had her fill," Eric teased,ughing. "Dinner alone is pretty tasteless."

"I... I’ll join you for a bit," E said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "You haven’t eaten yet?"

"Of course not! I don’t have as much free time as you," Eric chuckled, dialing for room service to order dinner for two.

Soon, a delivery of women’s clothing arrived—at least a dozen outfits, more than E could sort through. She eventually chose the most conservative option: a light green silk dress, along with a perfectly fitting bra.

"By the way, I have some good news for you."

They sat at the dining table, and once the server had left, Eric’s demeanor turned serious.

"What good news?"

"My team discovered that your mother was forced to marry Robert by your grandmother’s family. At that time, Robert was just an ordinary man," Eric said, his eyes fixed on E’s.

"Your mother passed away when you were three. So, you don’t remember her at all, do you?"

E, still processing the shock, nodded. "No, I don’t remember her. Robert never kept any pictures of her. But people say I look like her."

"My team also found evidence that your mother was pregnant when she married Robert. We found medical records and even spoke to the doctor who treated her back then. Although she’s retired, she remembers your mother vividly because she was the most beautiful patient she ever had."

E stared at Eric in disbelief. "So, you’re saying... my mother might have been waiting for someone to marry her, but he never showed up, so she had to marry Robert?"

"Possibly. Your mother was pregnant, having a child out of wedlock would have brought scorn and ridicule. She likely married Robert to protect her child from being ostracized. Yet, she severed ties with her family," Eric exined,ying out the entire past.

E was left speechless, grappling with the revtions.