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Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 18

Summary for Chapter 18: Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies

Chapter summary: Chapter 18 from the book Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies by Quirinus Amalia

Discover the most important events of Chapter 18, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies. With the engaging writing of Quirinus Amalia, this Internet masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.

Blake POV

I was sitting in her bed, looking at my phone. I looked up, hearing the door sound. I saw Ava drying her hair with a towel. My eyes travelled down to her toned leg, and this brief view of her cleavage was giving me good information about the hidden treasure inside.

I cleared my throat to make my presence known, and she looked up and froze.

Looking at me, she started shouting like a madwoman, but I care less right now.

I went towards her and smelled her hair, which smelled divine.

I knew it would be difficult to control myself near her. And I lost it and started kissing her neck. Gosh, her skin is so smooth.

My inner self tries to stop me, but I stop him, saying she is my wife, my woman, and I have full rights to her. This is not a sin to touch your women.

Before I reach for my treasure and touch it, someone knocks on the door. Fucking idiotic people Can't they give us some privacy?

I backed away from her while she was pushing me a little. She took her clothes and ran inside the bathroom.

When I was sure she had locked the washroom, I opened the door of our bedroom and saw Sam giving me a creepy smile.

"Yes, what do you want?" I spoke, crossing my arms to my chest.

"Ahem, nothing; I just wanted to see if Ava was alright." She looks a little hesitant.

"I am here to make sure that she is. So next time, do not bother yourself." I was about to close the door, but she stopped me. " Mr. Jensen, the doctor, wants to check on her. "I huff in irritation and "send him after ten minutes," saying I close my door again.

I noticed Ava was coming out wearing joggers and a crop top, which was giving me a look at her toned abs. Gosh, this girl looks like a gym freak. Good, at least one thing is common to us. My hands itch to touch them, but I control myself and look at her face, and she catches me looking at where I was looking.

"Do you know right now you look like creeps? Did not you see any girl wearing such clothes?" She spoke, making a disgusting face.

"I have seen many, but I have not seen my wife wearing this. Moreover, checking out my wife is not a crime, and if it is sued against me, I am ready to take any punishment. I again locked her in my arm while my thumb started making a circle on her back.

I could feel my member waking up and making me uncomfortable. Why do I behave like a horny teenager whenever she is in front of me? She is the first girl who makes me work hard without doing anything.

I wanted her to feel what she does to me, but I do not want to scare her. I want to win her heart if I want to succeed in my plan.

She was looking at me with an unknown emotion, which I so wanted right now. As if her eyes had many emotions pooling around, creating an emotion of a whirlpool in her heart.

And this is what I want. I want her to fall for me as soon as possible.

Bring my lips near her and breathe. I wanted her to feel my breath. Parting my lips a little, I kissed her near her lips while she closed her eyes.

Someone again knocked, and she jerked up as if coming out of her trance and stepped back. I felt a sudden emptiness. I wanted to hold her back, but I knew who was at the door. So, leaving all the sinful thoughts, I went back to open the door, and the doctor came inside.

"Mrs. Jensen, please have a seat. I just need to check your vitals." She nodded and sat on the bed, and I stood nearby.

"Why are your heartbeats so high?" The doctor asked, pressing the nerve and looking at his watch.

I bit my inner cheek to control my smile and looked at her. She was blushing hard. I thought about teasing her more. "What happened, Mrs. Jensen? Are you feeling alright?" I did not hide my smirk this time.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I am fine. You do not have to worry about me."

She looks at the doctor. "Please make it fast. I am sleepy."

"Yes, sure, I just want to check your BP and then take your lunch and medicine on time." He replied.

Once the doctor was done with her check-up, he stood up and looked at me, and I was waiting for him to start.

"Mr. Jensen, Mrs. Jensen's heartbeats are high; her BP seems low. I will be here to keep a check on her, but right now she needs food and good rest. And I believe she will be all fine in a few days' time."

"Thank you, Doctor." Nodding to me, he left the room. I looked up at Ava, who was already looking at me.

"Babe, now you need to eat your proper food and take a rest as much as possible." I said this while arranging her pillow.

First, do not babe me. Second, I am not free like you sitting on someone's head doing nothing." I can see she was beyond annoyed because of my tease.

She stirs in my arms but then sleeps, putting her head on my neck.

I got up after a few hours. It was dinnertime. I looked down, and she was sleeping peacefully, like a baby.

Her pink lips are so perfect, I just want to lock my lips with hers to check how perfectly they fit with mine.

Hair strands were on her face, making her so alluring.

Her high cheekbone is no less than an apple, which I so want to bite.

I was looking down and saw a beautiful mole on her neck, which my tongue was itching to lick.

I look a little more down at her boobs, her full-grown melons.

Her one boob was giving me a clear vision of her size because of her sleeping position.

When will I get the chance to suck them?

Did they even fit in my palm?

‘Gosh, Blake, do you even have any idea what you are talking about? What are you, 16?' I scolded myself.

I close my eyes. Damn, this girl is making me crazy without doing anything.

I stayed still and just kept on looking at her, and I did not know when I again fell asleep.

I got up, feeling some movement, and looked down at my angry bird.

‘Well, think about your last wish, Blake. Today she will not spare you.'

If a look could kill, I would be six feet under by now.

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