Melting Her Cold Heart
Chapter 125

Chapter 125: 125

Sara let out a visible sigh of relief as if she had come up for air from the deep beyond. They were finally home after a long and tiresome day. Her body relaxed, and a subtle smile on her lips.

"We are home," Alex said. He held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Sara stared at the house, her body suddenly became too heavy but she still wore a smile on her face.

"Is it wrong if I ask you to carry me?" Sara said, her voice came as lazy as she felt. Alex raised a brow at her, making her purse her lips. "You said you have enough strength to last a night while I have none," she whined, sounding like a little girl asking for a favor.

Alex chuckled but said nothing. He opened the car and quickly went around it to her side. "There is nothing wrong with wanting to be carried. I am more than capable of doing that," he said as soon as he opened the door. Leaning forward, he unbuckled her seat belt. "Hold tight, Wife."

Sara smiled widely and allowed herself to be carried. It had been a busy day, and she was tired. She knew he was tired too, but she couldn’t say no to being carried like this. Placing her head on the nook of his shoulder, she found it quite comforting. "Mhm, I won’t even if you wanted me to."

Alex laughed, pressing a kiss on her forehead. He carried her inside while. There was a smile of contentment on his face. You are finally mine. He said to himself. His arms held firmer and closer to him himself as if he was trying to make sure it was as he said.

By the time they reached the bedroom, Sara’s eyes were heavy and clouded with sleep. She was so comfortable in his hands that she couldn’t help dozing off once in a while.

"I think you’ll need a bath," Alex said in a hushed tone. He placed her down on the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of her form laid before him. She had her eyes half open but still didn’t make any effort to shift her posture. "Would you like a bath with me?" He said beside her on the edge of the bed as he gently pulled the shoes off her feet. Her toes curled, and she let out a deep, long breath.

"I don’t think that..." Though hervouce still came as a whisper, she wanted to refuse his idea, but he interrupted her.

"You couldn’t even move a muscle, but you can bathe yourself?" Sara pursed her loudly, and he chuckled. "Don’t worry about me doing anything inappropriate. After all, we are husband and wife and wife now, a little touching, and intimacy can not be considered inappropriate."

Although she heard the playness in his tone, Sara took it seriously and sat up immediately. "Pervert," she said, reaching for the blanket to cover her body as if she were naked. Her face was as red as a tomato.

"Looks like you aren’t that tired after all," he inched close while she moved back. She could see the shift in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat and then began racing.

"I...I am...? No, I... yes. I am tired." Alex smirked at her stutter. Her face reddened from embarrassment, and whatever was running through her head was a sight to behold, and he wanted to relish it as much as he could. He wasn’t insensitive to know they couldn’t do anything besides sleeping tonight. She was exhausted, and that was evident. But seeing her thinking dirty thoughts like this and getting embarrassed because of them was something he didn’t want to end so quickly.

"Then why are you so embarrassed? All I said was that we should bathe together," Alex said with a raised brow. "We’re tou having dirty thoughts in your head?" he assessed her and stared intensely at her head . If he could see what she was thinking. "And you call me a pervert."

Sara let go of the bed sheet and placed her hand on his chest instead. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to get herself together before speaking. "If you don’t want me to think like a pervert, don’t put the ideas in my head."

"So it’s my fault?" He asked with an innocent expression that had Sara taken aback. What’s with the innocent look?

You know what? Just forget it," she said, gently pushing him away so she could help herself up. "I can bathe myself. You don’t have to worry about that."

"That’s a ’no’ then?" His expression fell, and Sara wondered if he had a little too much to drink, but she knew he didn’t. They have been together the whole time since there was no way he would have drunk and little too much. So what’s with the different and abrupt change of expression?

"Yes. It’s a no," Dara said, refusing to allow herself to be manipulated so easily.

Alex sighed in defeat but moved so fast that she didn’t have the time to react when he pinned her down on the bed. He hovered over her, his eyes locked with hers. The intensity of his gaze was so strong that Sara couldn’t even blinked or looked away. Her body started feeling warm again. A feeling she was starting to get familiar with since she met him.

"It’s a wedding night," he said in her husband’s voice, hoarse but still holding all of her attention. She swallowed when his eyes trailed down to her lips. And shuddered when his thumb started caressing her side. "Are you really going to make me wait?"

"It’s just one night, Alex. Okay?" Sara said in a coaxing tone. She smiled when his brow pulled up. "How about this..." Sara raised her hand and cupped his face and rugged him closer before sealing his lips. "Does that help?" She asked after their lips parted.

"A lotp more than I’ll like it," Alex replied. He ran his tongue over his lower lip with a smile. "But it’s enough for tonight," he brushed the stray strands from her face while she beamed. He stood up and she followed him with her eyes. "You can use this bathroom, I’ll use another. It’s late, let’s make it quick, okay?"

"Yeah," Sara agreed, happy that he didn’t force her into the bathroom with him. She was still a bit sensitive about being naked with him.

***

"We are here, Young Master," Heath announced as soon as they pulled over in front of the hotel. He looked through the rearview mirror and found Dane still as bitter as he was when he came over to the car.

Dane opened his eyes and stared at hotel’s entrance, it was then he realized that he should have returned to Easton instead. He had no business doing here but here he was, unable to leave because he couldn’t accept the turn of events. Had he gone ahead to look for Sara when he came, maybe she wouldn’t have married Alex.

He opened the door and headed inside the hotel. He had nitning to say and he wasn’t in tye mood to entertain anyone, not even Heath or his father.

As soon as he was gone, Heath’s phones tasted ringing ans his heart skipped at the name that appeared on the screen. With much hesitation and self encouragement, he slide a fi ger on the receive button.

"Master," he greeted, his tone respectful, he even gave a little bit as if thr man was standing in front of him.

"Why was the flight canceled?" came the commanding tone of an older man. Heath coukd already guess what expression he would be having on his face right now and he was glad that all he got to experience was the man’s cold voice.

He took a deep breathe but tried to be as silent and fast as possible or end up irritating the older master Scott.

"The young master met with Ms, Goldman today, Master," Heath replied. He knew that didn’t answer the man’s question and the silence that folllowed his statement had him sweating.

"What happened?" Surprisingly, his tone wasn’t as harsh as Heath had expected it to be. Heath even pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it as if Making sure he was still talking to the same man he has know all his life.

"Ms Goldman is married, Master. Young Master Dane found out today," Heath replied and another silence ensued.

"Who is she married to," Elder Scott asked after a minute long silence. He wanted to guess but what could false guesses do?

"Alexander Legend," was all heath said for Elder Scott to snort.

"Nicholas," his voice turned colder as he uttered that name and Heath shuddered.