He brought the cup to his lips, taking a sip, his gaze narrowing slightly. His tone remained casual, “You don’t love him now, but you once did, right?”
It was clearly a probing tone.
Thelma didn’t understand why he was suddenly interested in her past with Eric. Once loved? How was she supposed to answer that?
He pressed on, his gaze fixed on her face. “Answer me.”
Thelma felt as if she had been pricked by his gaze and hurriedly looked away. Her hands, resting on the sofa, slowly clenched into fists. Under his scrutiny, she didn’t even have the courage to lie. Finally, unable to withstand his gaze, she nodded.
He didn’t speak. She kept her head down, not seeing his fingers gripping the cup suddenly tighten, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
“Have you kissed him?”
Thelma felt utterly embarrassed, her fingers tightening further. She simply couldn’t answer that question.
“How ridiculous.” He chuckled lightly. “As your husband, you haven’t kissed me either.”
Thelma found his tone somewhat strange. She couldn’t help but look up, only to see him admiring the cup he held, the small teacup spinning between his long fingers, looking inexplicably beautiful.
His casual words seemed to carry a hint of grievance.
She couldn’t imagine such words coming from Sam Noah. He always gave her the impression of being mature, steady, and unbothered by trivial matters. The image of him being petty and jealous, caring about her past, was completely at odds with him.
Yet he had indeed said such things.
“As your husband, you haven’t kissed me.”
It felt like he was blaming her.
The lighting was dim, but his profile looked exceptionally handsome in that light. Relaxed, with two buttons of his shirt undone and well-tailored trousers, his legs appeared long and attractive. He sat right next to her, exuding a strong masculine aura.
Such an alluring man, yet he was blaming her for not having kissed him.
Her heart began to race inexplicably. She felt her fingertips trembling because she was about to lose control over the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She tried to hold back, but ultimately, she couldn’t control herself.
She asked him, “How about I make it up to you?”
It sounded casual, but her voice trembled.
He suddenly turned to look at her, his gaze sharp like that of a hawk.
Thelma was startled, almost blurting out that she was joking, but unexpectedly, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile, “Sure.”
“…”
In the dim environment, an ambiguous atmosphere seemed to arise. Surrounded by this ambiguity, Thelma felt as if she was about to suffocate.
He was right in front of her, the man she secretly desired, yet she could only flirt with him in secret. Suddenly, she had made it clear that she wanted to kiss him, and she felt even more nervous than when she was sneaking around.
But who knew if there would be another opportunity? In a room with just the two of them, the lighting was just right, the atmosphere was just right, and he was so close.
He had also agreed to be kissed by her.
She swallowed hard and slowly moved closer to him.
Sam Noah maintained his relaxed posture with the cup, but as she approached, his fingers began to tighten little by little.
Thelma felt her heart racing uncontrollably, his lips drawing nearer, becoming an even greater temptation for her.
As she was about to get within an inch, she closed her eyes and suddenly leaned in. His lips were soft and warm. She furrowed her brows tightly, cursing herself for being unable to resist, and gently sucked on his lips for a moment.
It felt like being electrocuted, with countless fireworks bursting in her mind all at once.
Just that one gentle s**k felt like it had taken her life away. When she pulled back and sat down again, she felt completely drained.
She glanced at Sam Noah, only to see him frowning, his gaze fixed on her, his deep eyes revealing a hint of disbelief. Thelma felt her face was about to melt from embarrassment. She rubbed her burning cheeks and awkwardly smiled, “Um… that kiss wasn’t good, I… I don’t have much experience.”
