The Illegitimate Flame: Bride of Ashes-Chapter 53- liar

She had just undergone surgery, and considering how weak her body was, Charles decided to wait until she recovered a bit before taking her abroad. This accident was a fatal blow for both of them, but it also made Charles even more certain of his feelings. No matter what the future held, it wouldn’t change his determination to have her by his side.

"I... I want to go to the restroom," Janet said softly, biting her lip shyly, her cheeks flushing as she lowered her head. Surrounded closely by his presence, that comforting feeling instantly returned.

During the two days he was gone, nurses had been taking care of her in every way. Even though they were women, Janet still felt uncomfortable exposing her most private parts to others, so she wanted to do it herself.

"You look well, your recovery seems good," Charles said, gently stroking her porcelain skin, which glowed with a healthy blush. Thankfully, their home stairs were covered with thick electric carpets, so they didn’t affect Janet’s body.

Charles scooped Janet up horizontally in his arms, striding confidently into the bathroom. He gently set her down, and Janet widened her eyes as she looked at him. Charles raised a teasing smile, placing a sanitary pad in her hand from the vanity. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered flirtatiously, "Need help?"

"No, no, you don’t. You go out first!" Janet’s face turned bright red all the way down to her neck. They’d only been together one night, but he was always so familiar with every sensitive spot on her body. His suggestive gaze and subtle hints made her both embarrassed and annoyed — yet secretly she longed for him.

Charles affectionately pinched her flushed cheek, then turned and left the bathroom. After five minutes, without waiting for Janet to call him, he swaggered back in and carried her back to bed.

For the following days, Charles stayed at the hospital. Janet asked him to go back to the company, but he just smiled lightly. Even when he wasn’t at the company, he was still familiar with every process there.

A strange warmth flowed through Janet’s heart. Every time he looked at her with that focused, dark, and stubborn gaze, a subtle sweetness surged inside her. She realized that, without noticing when it happened, she had already grown used to his commands.

Charles hadn’t told Janet about his decision until the doctor performed a thorough check-up again and she was finally able to get out of bed. Only then did Charles inform her that he was taking her to France. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

During the two days he had disappeared before, he had already arranged everything. Even though Janet felt a bit puzzled, under his unyielding gaze, all her words turned into silence. Janet leaned into Charles’s embrace, letting him lead her to the other shore of the world.

As long as he was by her side, no place felt unfamiliar.

At the moment the plane took off, Janet closed her eyes and could still sense the unique, fresh scent on Charles — his signature fragrance. Even if one day they parted ways, she would remember the smell of his cologne clearly.

Fifteen hours later, in Paris, France, the plane landed in the country known as the city of romance. Charles had already arranged their stay at the Hôtel de Ville, very close to the Eiffel Tower. From the hotel suite, they could see the three-hundred-meter tall Parisian tower. Looking out from afar, the city was ablaze with lights, bathing Paris in a golden glow, as if stepping into a beautiful dream.

Charles, considerate of Janet’s frail body, gazed at her peaceful sleeping face. He gently laid her down on the hotel’s soft, large bed. Her eyes remained closed, long eyelashes fluttering like delicate fans, a faint smile curved her lips, giving her a somewhat childlike look. Her soft hair clung to her neck. Charles reached out to brush aside the strands on her forehead and planted a kiss on her smooth skin. Patiently, he helped her change into her pajamas before pulling her close and falling into a deep sleep himself.

After her miscarriage, it was the first night Janet slept peacefully. Holding her in his arms, Charles felt just as calm even in this foreign place.

Since that tangled night, it was the first time the two of them had so intimately fallen asleep in each other’s arms—sharing the same bed, the same pillow, breathing in the familiar scent. The scene looked unexpectedly harmonious and beautiful.

The first rays of dawn filtered through the silk curtains, casting a gentle light into the room. Janet’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. When her gaze landed on the handsome man lying beside her, a soft smile curved her lips.

His features were smooth and well-defined—sharp brows like a hawk’s, a high, straight nose, and thin, sensual lips. His closed eyes lacked their usual depth but were filled with calm serenity. Draped in a large beige robe, his sun-kissed skin was revealed in patches. His strong arms possessively encircled Janet’s slender waist.

She turned onto her side to face him, her fingers tracing his chiseled features unconsciously. There was no denying it—he was truly handsome. All this time, Janet had been somewhat intimidated by him, but now, seeing past his cold exterior, she realized he had always drawn her in.

Her gaze rested on the sharp corner of his lips—those seductive thin lips had kissed her more than once. A strange electric current stirred within her heart, and she sank deeper and deeper into his gentle trap.

His domineering commands to obey, his cold scoldings, his disguised demands for kisses—all revealed a deep love for her beneath the surface.

"Are you spying on me?" Just as Janet’s hand was about to brush his eyelashes, her wrist was suddenly caught. A low, husky laugh echoed above, making her heart skip several beats. Her face flushed as if blood had rushed to it all at once.

"No way!" Janet pouted, meeting his hunting gaze boldly. Instinctively, her body was swallowed by a shadow as Charles flipped her beneath him. His handsome face was full of laughter—careful not to hurt her.

This lively, spirited Janet was exactly the kind of emotions a woman her age should have.

"You little liar," Charles teased, his voice smooth like fine wine, magnetic and full of tempting desire. With just a look, he stirred the deepest desires in Janet’s heart.

The moment his intoxicating lips touched hers, Janet closed her eyes and surrendered to his tenderness, sweetly accepting the punishment he bestowed upon her.

After that accident, the two hearts that had once seemed so far apart appeared to draw closer again. They shared a tacit understanding—neither of them spoke about the lost child. Neither wanted to think about what the future might hold. At this moment, in this place, with each other, they felt something genuine and deeply desired.

Charles emerged from the bathroom fully dressed. Janet stood by the window on the thirty-sixth floor, eyes fixed unwaveringly on the bustling streets of Paris below. Silently, he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. His chin rested gently on her shoulder as his breath whispered against her ear.

"Do you like it here?"