The Secret Obsession of the CEO
Chapter 52: Fear And Freckle

Chapter 52: Fear And Freckle

Sitting on the floor, Liam started to silently cry in his heart out of fear.

He had doubts when she didn’t get mad at him...She let him hold their daughter without any hesitation... She even said that she loves him when she never said that before and even after he told her a lie she...

Why didn’t she tell me anything? Is she planning on leaving the baby with me? Is that the reason she came looking for me? What will I do without her? What will my poor daughter do without a mother?

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Rory safely placed Ellie in the crib and covered her. Ellie fell asleep almost immediately after her tummy got full. She probably woke much earlier and she had spent a lot of time playing. She must be very tired.

After watching the little munchkin sleeping peacefully for a while, Rory got out of the room. She was hungry and thought of eating brunch. She carefully closed the door and just as she took a step back, she tripped over something.

She lost her balance and fell. But rather than falling face-first on the carpeted hallway, she landed on something relatably softer.

"Gosh, Fizzy!" she rubbed her arm that hurt as it hit on the wall. "Why are you sitting in the hallway?" she sat comfortably on his lap with no reservations. She was already half-sitting on him anyway!

Liam didn’t answer her and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He rested his head on the nook of her neck and kissed her collarbone.

"Fizzy!" Rory hissed. She felt a jolt of current passing through her spine as his lips nibbled on her neck. Holding his cheeks, she tried to make him stop kissing her. He cannot call her a friend and then kiss her like this. It makes her feel weird.

He stopped kissing her neck but didn’t let her go. Hugging her, he rested on her shoulder. "Cherry," his deep voice made her feel butterflies in her stomach. He grabbed her tush and pulled her closer to him.

Rory’s heart started to pound as the warmth of his big hands reached her. She didn’t want to fight that feeling. She leaned on him and her body relaxed. Her heart was pounding and her breathing got labored as his scent played with her senses.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she sniffed his hair. He smelled like always and enjoying the familiarity of his scent, she closed her eyes. As his hands rubbed her back, she caressed his hair.

She probably never told him this before but she loved his hair. It is soft and the color is perfect for him. She didn’t know from who he got his blond hair. Maybe he got it from his mother’s side. The Roberts family has their trademark light brown hair and blue eyes, but his golden blond...perfection! His hair makes him look angelic.

Both of them stayed in each other’s embrace for some time. Both of them missed each other for the past year and this closeness gave them a chance to soothe their yearning hearts.

"You’ll tell me when you’re in trouble, won’t you, Cherry?" Liam spoke after some time. She was smelling a bit different than before. Maybe it is because she is breastfeeding. He could not get enough of her scent. He didn’t want her to suffer alone and leave him one day with no prior signs.

He won’t be able to survive her absence.

"Ask me for help if you need it, alright? Don’t just disappear..." he couldn’t speak further as he choked and his voice didn’t come out.

Although he knew Rory is stronger and won’t opt to end her life for any reason, she still is human and she might get sick. Like rea-lly sick.

Like cancer!

She is a high-risk candidate for skin cancer. She has very pale skin that never tans. He never liked her living in a hot city where even rainfall is scarce. Although she is careful...

He hugged her closer. He knew a business associate who lost his wife to melanoma. She died out of nowhere as it is tricky to recognize. What if she found out late too?

Rory squinted her eyes and looked at him. It appeared that he was not hugging her because he was turned on. That annoyed her a bit. But seeing the perspiration on his forehead, she wiped it off.

"Fizzy, what is wrong?" she asked. She didn’t understand what he is saying.

He looked at her and his eyes started to mist. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and looked at her tenderly. "It’s that freckle, isn’t it, Cherry? I asked you to check it out but you never did and..."

"What freckle?"

"That freckle! Cherry..." Liam gritted his teeth.

Rory turned to her right as she thought she heard someone at the stairs. But Liam didn’t notice it. He was looking at her face. She appeared to have no idea of what he was talking about. It gave him great relief and yet he continued to confirm.

"...that freckle that used to look like zucchini and slowly grew..." his heart skipped a beat as her eyes met with his. And in those blue eyes, he saw a familiar shock. ’That’s my Rory’, he thought and he wanted to tease her more.

"That freckle even started to look like my..."

Rory saw a head appearing on the stairs and tried to cover his mouth. It was Claire. She knew what freckle he is talking about and he didn’t want anyone else to know about it.

That freckle is on her left buttcheek and he loved slapping her there whenever they went...Ehem!

Liam pushed her hand away holding back his smile. "...Stop, Rory! Last I looked, it looked like my boney macaroni. Then it started developing balls... My balls! I took a picture of it and even you agreed that the shape was so right...wait... I still have it on my phone..."

Rory heard a small giggle and covered his mouth. She pointed at the stairs. Liam didn’t even bother to look at the stairs. With a smile, he looked at the animated sapphire-eyes of Rory.

Oh, how much he loved seeing this expression on her face...

He wanted to kiss her hard. There was a slight blush on her cheeks and as she struggled to keep him from speaking, her crotch rubbed on his making him hard.

With a smirk, he pinched her slender waist.

"Yeep!" Rory let go of his mouth and immediately he shouted.

"My wife has a freckle in the shape of my twig and berries on her~"

Before he finished, Rory bit his lips. With a chuckle, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the carpet.

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Frank heard the thud upstairs and ran to the stairs. He did not understand why his wife is laughing uncontrollably standing on the stairs. When he could see what was happening, he grumbled and got down.

"Seriously? In the hallways? As if there are no rooms in this mansion?..."

"Shh!" Claire shushed him. "Do you still think they are getting divorced?" she asked.