淑女的欲望

Next morning.

Scarlett's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the morning sun streaming through the window. 

As she glanced around the room, her gaze landed on her handsome husband, still asleep beside her. His naked body was wrapped tightly around hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

Despite being married for five months now, her heart raced like a wild stallion every time she woke up in his arms. Her mind flashed back to their steamy night in the bathroom, causing her cheeks to flush with desire.

Scarlett slowly tried to escape from his embrace, trying to avoid waking him up. But before she could escape, Xander's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his arms.

"Good morning, my dear," Xander muttered, his voice husky with sleep. He was only really able to sleep before morning.

Scarlett melted into his arms, unable to resist his seductive charm. She knew she was powerless against him, and when he started kissing her neck, she knew this morning would be as wild as last night.

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Scarlett lay in bed, exhausted from their intense morning exercise. Once again, she tried to sneak out of bed quietly, not wanting to provoke the insatiable beast lying beside her.

"Where are you going, babe?" Xander's voice made Scarlett freeze. She looked back at him and smiled.

"I just want to see the scenery outside," Scarlett quickly improvised, hoping to avoid his lust. She can see his eyes still burning, staring back at her.

"It's too early. Let's sleep some more..." Xander insisted. He pulled her closer to him and buried his face on her neck.

"Since you left, I couldn't sleep properly," Xander continued, his voice softening. "My mind was haunted by thoughts of you, and I was afraid to close my eyes in case your image disappeared as soon as I woke up."

Scarlett was speechless, unsure of how to react. 

How could he say such sweet things after their wild night together? He tired her out.

"Alright, but we're just going to sleep this time," Scarlett declared firmly. "You wore me out last night and again this morning, Xander. I won't be able to get out of bed if we go for another round!" She pouted, hoping to convince him.

"Sorry, babe. I couldn't resist," Xander chuckled, tracing lazy circles on her back with his hand. "But I promise, I won't touch you again. We will only sleep. We still have one hour until we need to get up."

Scarlett reluctantly acquiesced, snuggling into Xander's warm embrace. She felt safe and secure in his arms despite their passionate physical connection. Their love making might look intense, but Xander is always gentle in his hug and stroke.

As she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder about the DNA test conducted by Nine. 

She anxiously awaited the results of the investigation, eager to carry out her next plan —whether it involved confronting the Withers Family or not.

Before coming to this country, Scarlett had thoroughly researched the Withers Family. However, surprisingly, their information was insufficient to carry out her plan confidently. 

She could only find basic information on the family tree, with Salvatore Withers serving as the current patriarch.

According to Scarlett's research, Salvatore Withers had three children. The first was Jude Withers. He is also Dax Withers's father. The second son, Noah Withers, was actively involved in the country's politics. The third child named is likely Rosalie Withers.

Despite her efforts, Scarlett couldn't find much information on Rosalie Withers. It was strange, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the information she had gathered might be engineered to cover something unpleasant. 

Scarlett's mind raced with possibilities as she waited for the results of her investigation.

Was she really Rosalie's daughter? If Rosalie was indeed her mother, then Salvatore would be her grandfather.

She could imagine her life would take an unexpected turn if she really did have the Withers' blood flowing in her veins.

Scarlett is even more curious about Rosalie Withers. If the DNA test is positive, she must confront Salvatore Withers and demand the truth about why her mother ran away from the family.

She is determined to stay in the countryside until she unveils the truth. But the fact that Xander was willing to stay by her side, even if it meant neglecting his responsibilities with Riley Group, made her feel guilty and selfish. She couldn't let him sacrifice his goals for her personal affairs, right?

Sigh!

In the meantime, she will figure out a way so that Xander doesn't have to leave her job at Astington for too long.

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Scarlett was lost in thought when Xander's hoarse voice pulled her out of her trance.

"Babe," he said, looking down at her. Scarlett blushed as Xander placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Hmm... Are you sleeping too?" he asked.

"No," Scarlett shook her head, "I was just thinking about the DNA test results. I hope they come out soon." She said while fixing their blankets to wrap their bodies from the cold.

"I think they will be ready tomorrow," Xander replied, releasing his arms around Scarlett. "So, are you planning to stay here until you settle things with the Withers?"

"Yeah..." Scarlett hesitated, feeling guilty. "Xander, these things with the Withers might take a long time. So, I may stay in this town for a long time. And I don't want to hold you back to stay with me here. You can go to Astington first."

"Don't worry about me, babe," Xander said, brushing his hand over her cheek. "I'm here for you, and I'll stay for as long as you need me."

"I appreciate you wanting to stay with me, but I can't let you ignore your company duties because of my troubles. I'll be fine... You can go back to Astington and handle your business."

Xander's expression softened as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'm not leaving you alone, Ms. Riley! We'll figure this out together, no matter how long it takes."

Scarlett's heart swelled with gratitude as she leaned in to place a quick kiss on Xander's lips.

"Thank you..." Scarlett felt a renewed determination to uncover the truth about her mother's past.