With a laugh that barely came out, Lola lifted her b**t and then lay back down on the bed.
‘Ah! Please just go out!’
Lola wished Dylan would quickly leave the bedroom. However, contrary to her wishes, Dylan flopped down next to her.
Lola felt like she could burst into tears.
What would Dylan Eve think when he saw her embarrassing pajamas?
He would definitely misunderstand her as a bright and cheeky woman.
‘Seriously, Gia Eve, you’re driving me crazy.’
Feeling like she was in trouble because of her mischievous and playful friend, Lola once again inwardly blamed Gia.
“Are you okay?”
Dylan asked as he turned to face Lola. Startled, Lola gasped and shouted.
“Dear, don’t get up.”
“I wasn’t planning to get up anyway.”
Only after seeing the deepening gaze in his eyes did Lola realize that strange words had slipped from her mouth. The atmosphere felt oddly suggestive.
It didn’t feel like it was just her imagination.
Dylan had quickly turned her over and laid her on his stomach.
“Ah, oh, dear.”
“You told me not to get up. So, I have no choice but to do this.”
“Dear.”
Lola raised her hands to cup his cheeks, trying to focus his attention on her. Then she lowered her head and pressed her lips against his.
That way, he wouldn’t be able to see the embarrassing pajamas lying next to him.
However, Dylan, who had no way of knowing Lola’s intentions, seemed startled.
He wondered why the usually shy and embarrassed Lola was suddenly being so proactive in expressing her affection.
“Lola, if you do this…”
His voice, which couldn’t finish the sentence, was thick with desire for her.
Until he came up to the bedroom, his intentions had been very simple.
He just wanted to go out and have a meal with her, but he didn’t know how the situation had turned so suggestive.
He wanted to touch her and hold her.
Dylan could no longer suppress the boiling desire within him.
In an instant, their positions changed, and Dylan said in a husky voice.
“This time, you attacked me first. I can’t stop now.”
Soon after, clothes rustled and were removed, and before long, lewd sounds filled the bedroom.
******
Waking up groggily, Dylan instinctively reached for the empty space beside him.
But, huh?
The side was completely empty. Startled, Dylan’s eyes flew open.
Checking the time, it was only 5:30. It was still early, but he couldn’t see where Lola had gone.
They had planned to visit Lola’s parents today, so she wouldn’t have gone to work.
It was too early for her to be going to work anyway.
“Lola?”
When there was no response, Dylan quickly got up from the bed, changed into a t-shirt, and opened the bedroom door.
“Lola, Lola?”
As he went down the stairs, Dylan called for her several times.
However, instead of a reply, he heard the sound of chopping and sizzling from somewhere.
Dylan quickly moved in the direction of the sounds.
As he got closer, the sounds became clearer.
Tap, tap, patter, patter…
Dylan’s footsteps came to a halt in front of the kitchen.
“Ah!”
Seeing Lola in a floral apron preparing breakfast, a small gasp escaped his lips without him realizing it.
He hadn’t asked her to take on the role of a housewife.
Yet, she was already fulfilling that role without anyone asking her to.
Unable to take his eyes off Lola’s busy figure in the kitchen, Dylan felt a strange mix of emotions.
Suddenly sensing his presence, Lola turned around. At first, she was surprised to see Dylan, but soon she smiled and greeted him.
“Dear, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. What can I help with?”
“No, it’s almost done.”
Lola shook her head and turned back. She tasted the soup with a spoon and nodded her head.
“It’s ready.”
Dylan began to set the table, helping Lola as she busily moved around.
A little while later, the breakfast spread was abundant. There were several side dishes, soup, and stir-fried vegetables.
Sitting at the table, Dylan was overwhelmed with various emotions and couldn’t pick up his spoon for a while.
How could he explain this feeling?
He felt sorry, grateful, and deeply moved.
“Dear, why aren’t you eating?”
When Lola gently prompted him, Dylan stammered and picked up his spoon.
As Dylan took a bite of the bean sprout soup that Lola had made, he casually opened his mouth.
“Why are you up so early? You should have slept more.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Can’t sleep? Why?”
Did he push her too hard yesterday?
Once wasn’t enough to satisfy him, so he had held her several times.
Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t even remember exactly what time he had put her to sleep.
