Chapter 307: Secrets After Sunset

“Heh, heh. Summer, how can you be so adorable? Haven’t you seen it all before, hmm?” Fraser’s pleased laughter floated from behind her, his voice casual and teasing.

Summer blushed all the way to her neck.

“Fraser, shut up!”

It was different then; the lights were off. Now, with the lights on. How could it be the same!

Fraser saw she was about to burst and stopped teasing her.

Shortly after, Fraser, barefoot and with a chiseled physique, walked straight into the bathtub already filled with water. He lounged back lazily in the tub, his injured hand resting casually on the edge, watching with amusement as Summer was still psyching herself up. His lips lifted slowly, “Summer, the water’s getting cold.”

Summer took a deep breath, fanned her flushed face with her hand, picked up a clean white towel, and squatted beside the tub to help him bathe. Her eyes were obedient, like a servant girl from ancient times attending to an emperor, focused entirely on his bandaged shoulder, carefully keeping his wound away from the water.

After the bath, Summer was about to grab a towel for him. Suddenly, the man stood up from the bathtub, water droplets cascading down his chest, tracing the elegant lines of his body all the way down to his bare feet. A spray of water splashed onto Summer’s clothes as he rose.

Summer felt a jolt as if electrocuted! Waves of dizziness swept over her like a heatwave. Without thinking, she blurted out, “You’re sick, why do you still have such strong desires!”

Fraser’s eyes darkened, towering above her, his gaze fixed on her heaving chest as she squatted down. His voice husky, “Because you’re here.”

Summer’s eyes were frantic, her heartbeat accelerated, and she finally managed to say, “Hold back a little!”

After that, she stood up, grabbed a bathrobe, and wrapped him up tightly. Ready to quickly escape the suffocating bathroom, she just lifted her foot. The man behind her ran his arms around her waist and lifted her with one hand—a spin. The next second, she was seated on the marble vanity. They were face-to-face. Fraser stood assertively between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

Fraser looked at her intensely, “Kissing my adorable wife.”

With that, Fraser placed his hand behind her head, leaned down, and his lips met hers with longing, desire, and a torrent of love, kissing her fiercely. Maybe it had been too long since they had kissed. Maybe it was the familiar scent of pine enveloping her. Maybe their bodies craved each other.

Summer couldn’t help but indulge, slowly closing her eyes. They kissed obliviously in the bathroom, feeling the man’s bold exploration. Suddenly, Summer remembered something, abruptly opened her eyes, and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“No.”

Desire was evident in Fraser’s eyes as he stared intently at her, his gaze burning, “Summer, I know you want it too.”

Summer’s eyes shimmered with turbulence, a hint of passion stirred by the man visible in them. But she remembered Peter’s advice. She breathed heavily, “Your shoulder can’t bear weight.”

Fraser’s fingertips sensuously rubbed her flushed lips, his voice low and enticing, whispering in her ear, “But I want to make you feel good.”

After that, Fraser’s lips curved into a sexy arc, and he slowly squatted down. A suggestive and romantic atmosphere enveloped the bathroom, interspersed with the woman’s continuous, sweetly intoxicating moans. Summer felt her entire body melt into a pool of spring water.

At last, she suddenly remembered something she read in a pregnancy handbook. Pregnant women experience strong hormonal surges. Turns out it’s true.

The deep, quiet night, like water, flowed like a thin veil from the balcony, casting a hazy glow over the entire room, the atmosphere warm and tranquil.

After a whole day of turmoil, she was exhausted. She thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep at the Graham Mansion, but at this moment, she was incredibly sleepy.

“Fraser…” Summer murmured.

Fraser’s eyes were pitch-black, intently watching her, one hand gently stroking her soft, curly hair, his voice as tender as water, “What is it?”

It was unclear whether the woman had already drifted into dreams.

Summer, with her eyes closed, softly said, “Good… night.”

After a moment, the bed was still, only Summer’s long, even breathing could be heard.