Chapter 100: Intimate Moments
With that, Xavier left. Summer was bewildered by his sudden visit. She’d been on sick leave from the company, citing discomfort and hospital rest. Unsurprisingly, the news reached the Stewart family, but no one visited. Only Jasper had called. She wasn’t disappointed, just used to it.
On her first day back at work after discharge, Julia finally showed up, entering Summer’s office. “Summer, I just got back from Locha and heard about your accident. I didn’t mean to not visit; any injuries?”
Summer didn’t look up from her files. “I’m not dead, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Julia had been whisked away by Margaret for a shopping trip to Locha, upset over Summer’s promotion. Only upon returning did she learn about the accident. She suspected Margaret knew and deliberately kept her away, but with Margaret’s recent struggles, Julia let it slide.
Unfazed by Summer’s coldness, Julia pressed, “Why were you in the Graham family’s hospital?”
Summer set down her pen and leaned back. “Is that all you came to ask?”
Flustered by Summer’s sharp gaze, Julia coughed. “Your birthday’s coming up. I was wondering if you and Margaret could celebrate together, instead of her waiting until the next day. You share the same birthday, after all.”
Summer chuckled dryly. “You’re overflowing with motherly love for Margaret. For years, you prioritized her birthday for the family’s reputation, making me celebrate the day after. You never spoke up for me then.”
Julia’s face flushed, and she thought to herself, Fine, this daughter’s been a powder keg lately. She tested the waters. “I’ll invite Trevor to your birthday celebration.”
Summer smiled knowingly. “I’ll invite my own boyfriend, thanks.”
Julia’s lips curved into a relieved smile. “Good, good. Mom will make sure it’s perfect for you.”
Julia thought to herself, So, Summer and Trevor reconciled.
That evening, Summer returned to Skycrest Villa. Since her discharge, Fraser had coaxed her into staying there. On the day he picked her up, she’d assumed they were heading to her apartment at Brookhaven Estates and dozed off in the car. Only when they arrived at Skycrest Villa did she realize.
Fraser had leaned on the car window, fingers to his temple, smirking. “Ms. Stewart, with your alertness, you’d be sold off and still counting the money.”
Summer pouted. “Are you planning to sell me, Mr. Graham?”
Fraser ruffled her hair affectionately. “Not yet. When I’m tired of you, I’ll fatten you up and sell you for a good price.”
Now, in the bedroom, Summer was playing with Pudding. Hearing the bathroom door open, she turned to see Fraser emerging, a towel wrapped low on his hips. Water droplets slid from his chest to his waist, disappearing into the tantalizing lines of his physique. He casually towel-dried his hair, his voice lazy. “Had your fill?”
After her hospital stay, Summer had gradually accepted their relationship as a couple. Blushing, she boldly replied, “If you ask like that, then no, I haven’t.”
Fraser strode over and pulled her into his arms. “Then tonight, you can look and touch to your heart’s content.”
The bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the large bed. Pudding, once again, was ushered out. Unhappy, Pudding barked, “Why do they always kick me out mid-play!”
Inside, Summer lay beneath Fraser. Her porcelain skin contrasted with the silky blue sheets, flushed with desire. The teasing had her chest burning. She let out a soft, breathy moan. “Mmm…”
Fraser propped himself up on one arm, his sculpted muscles on display, and reached into the bedside drawer. He tore open a packet and positioned it carefully.
Summer’s face burned with embarrassment. Averting her gaze from the intimate scene, she noticed the drawer was stocked full of similar packets. Summer’s heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, So many! How long will these last?