The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 442: Finish What Wasn’t Done Last Night

Chapter 442: Chapter 442: Finish What Wasn’t Done Last Night

Zhou Lin’s gaze suddenly darkened, and his large palm was still pressed on her bruised knee, as if he had suddenly forgotten what he was supposed to do next.

He leaned down to her, half-kneeling by her side, and his other hand grasped her waist.

At this moment, if he wanted, nothing would be too excessive.

"Zhiwei," he whispered her name tenderly, his thin lips kissing her soft, flushed cheek with devotion.

His palm pressed down slightly harder.

"Zhou Lin?" Cheng Zhiwei’s head was tilted, her eyes moist and hazy with intoxication.

A low "hmm" from Zhou Lin.

"It hurts," she murmured, sounding as falsely aggrieved as if she had been bullied, igniting a fire in the pit of Zhou Lin’s stomach.

In truth, the only woman he had ever been involved with in his life was Cheng Zhiwei.

Having married twice and after so many years of tug-of-war, they hadn’t actually been intimate many times.

Even the number of times they had shared a bed could be counted on one’s fingers.

Previously, it was due to misunderstandings and resentment that he refused to touch her.

Later, it was guilt that stopped him.

Now, because she was in his heart, he dared not take advantage of her confusion to force her.

Despite the fire raging in his chest, Zhou Lin still restrained himself, pulling the quilt over to wrap her up.

He applied ointment and blow-dried her hair.

He wanted to change her into a set of pajamas, but in the end, he didn’t have the courage to lift the quilt.

When Cheng Zhiwei awoke, daylight filled the room, and a faint headache from the hangover lingered as she propped herself up on her arms, letting the blanket slide down, the cool air brushing against her skin.

Cheng Zhiwei finally realized the state of her unclothed body under the blanket, her face changing slightly as her fingers tightened around the fabric.

Her memory was hazy.

She had been drinking with Xu Tian, both burdened with troubles, so in the end, they both drank a little too much.

But she remembered bathing Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing and then going back to her room for a shower.

And then...

She couldn’t remember.

But now she was lying in bed, so yesterday... was it Zhou Lin?

As she thought about it, Zhou Lin entered, carrying a bowl of soup, and seeing her awake, he appeared composed.

"I made some soup for you, to warm your stomach."

Cheng Zhiwei felt incredibly weak and didn’t know exactly what had happened with him last night.

Her face was pale.

Zhou Lin could tell from her expression that she might have misunderstood something, but he didn’t explain and pretended not to notice, only touching her forehead.

"What’s wrong?"

Her hand was caught.

He lowered his head, looking into Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes.

Cheng Zhiwei tilted her head back, her clear eyes fixed on him, her lips slightly pale, her disheveled hair cascading over her shoulders, as turbulent as his feelings at that moment.

She opened her mouth but hesitated to ask, "Did we last night..."

The question went unspoken.

She wasn’t entirely sure, as her body didn’t feel different except for weakness.

But she was somewhat skeptical of Zhou Lin.

"We did," Zhou Lin said lightly, uttering two words.

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, turned her face away, and let go of his hand.

But her hand was caught again.

"Are you angry?" Zhou Lin asked tentatively.

Cheng Zhiwei shook off his hand, grabbed a nightgown previously placed by the pillow at an unknown time, and quickly put it on before heading into the bathroom.

Facing her pale reflection in the mirror, Cheng Zhiwei rubbed her cheeks; she was, indeed, angry.

But more than that, she was angry with herself for drinking so much, knowing that Zhou Lin was there.

What was the difference between that and willingly throwing herself into his hands?

She washed her face, took a deep breath to calm down, and upon exiting, saw Zhou Lin leaning against the door frame waiting for her, she asked him, "Did you take precautions? If not, go buy some medicine for me."

She calmly accepted the "fact."

In that instant, Zhou Lin felt his actions the previous evening were laughable; she wasn’t angry at all.

He actually...

Zhou Lin’s face darkened suddenly, his indifferent attitude suggesting that it wouldn’t have mattered who was with her last night.

As soon as the thought emerged, it began to take root.

He suddenly leaned in, looking at Cheng Zhiwei’s utterly calm face, "Last night, would it have been the same with anyone here?"

Cheng Zhiwei frowned, finding him incomprehensible.

Or was he insinuating that she was that sort of person?

Cheng Zhiwei raised her voice, asking coldly, "What do you mean by that?"

Dark emotions swirled in Zhou Lin’s eyes, his lips pursed as he realized he had spoken out of line, but he felt uncomfortable.

He remained silent, and Cheng Zhiwei, no longer willing to engage with him, started to walk away.

But Zhou Lin grabbed her wrist and didn’t let go.

Cheng Zhiwei was at a loss for words; she looked up at Zhou Lin, who was silent, his gaze incredibly deep.

She felt a sudden twinge of grievance.

Grievance?

Cheng Zhiwei thought she might still be drunk. From where could his sense of grievance come?

Who would dare aggrieve him?

"Zhou Lin," Cheng Zhiwei said, not wanting to fight early in the morning. She held back for a few seconds, still explaining patiently, "You should think, if it hadn’t been at home, with you also here, I wouldn’t have drunk so much."

There was an implication that because he was there, she could feel safe.

Zhou Lin’s heart, half-soaked in vinegar, lifted a bit, the corners of his mouth twitching imperceptibly.

But he still didn’t let go.

Cheng Zhiwei internally rolled her eyes and added, "Also, there’s only one man in this house, it’s not like just anyone could come in."

Finally losing patience, she snapped, "Can you not go crazy this early in the morning? Didn’t you take your advantage last night?"

Zhou Lin’s mood visibly improved.

He understood her meaning; because he was there, she felt at ease, and had something happened last night; she could have accepted it.

Her clear and understandable intentions had been received by him.

Cheng Zhiwei, seeing Zhou Lin still standing in a daze without letting go, kicked his shin lightly, "What are you daydreaming about?"

The next second, she was scooped up by Zhou Lin and tossed onto the bed.

Cheng Zhiwei gasped in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Lin kissed her nose gently, "Doing what we didn’t do last night."

Cheng Zhiwei struggled to sit up, but Zhou Lin pushed her back down.

"What do you mean?"

Effortlessly, Zhou Lin stripped off the nightgown she had just put on.

Last night she was drunk, and in a gentlemanly manner, he had suppressed the urge within him.

But now, there was no reason to hold back.

"Of course, I can’t betray your trust in me," Zhou Lin kissed her lips, silencing all her words.

Gentle and patient.

Skillfully teasing.

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, her body melting, her pale cheeks now flushed.

In broad daylight, she was immersed in a sea of male beauty.

She tried to push him away, resisting the scorching heat, her reason in tatters.

"Yangyang and Xingxing..."

"They have already been sent to nursery school," Zhou Lin mumbled in response, pinching her thigh, "Focus."

Cheng Zhiwei cooperated less, cursing Zhou Lin as a bastard.

But Zhou Lin was determined to carry through the meaning of those words to the end.