When Lily Bennett woke up again, it was already the next morning. At first, she thought that upon waking up, she'd face a cold, empty bed—wasn’t that how things usually went? After a man gets what he desires, doesn't he quietly leave, sparing both sides the awkwardness? It seemed like the predictable scenario, but it didn’t go the way she expected. Instead, the man with the handsome face lay next to her, completely naked, one strong arm possessively wrapped around her waist as if claiming what was his.
Lily glanced at herself, noticing that she too was stripped bare, resting comfortably on Maxwell Thornton's arm. Memories of the previous night rushed into her mind, overwhelming her thoughts. Just thinking about Maxwell’s vigorous and untiring stamina made her entire body ache as if she had been pushed to her limit, even down to her fingers. She didn't even want to move.
Who said pleasure was ecstatic? Who said that when you reach euphoria, it's like floating on cloud nine? There was no ecstasy, only pain—pain so intense it felt like she had been thoroughly beaten. Her body ached all over as if she had been through a bruising fight. It reminded her of childbirth—people claimed it didn’t hurt, but when Lily gave birth, she was in so much pain she had cried out in agony, calling for help. Yet the culprit beside her, sleeping soundly with a smug expression, clearly satisfied, even had the nerve to smile as if he was dreaming about something pleasant.
Smiling, huh? How could he still be smiling?
Without a second thought, Lily furiously kicked the naked man beside her, sending him tumbling off the bed. There was no way Maxwell wouldn’t wake up after a kick like that. He hit the floor and looked up at her, dazed. It took him a while to gather his thoughts.
What kind of woman has such a terrible temper? She even has the strength to kick someone right after that night? Looks like she’s still got energy left for more.
Maxwell sat up, his expression shifting between confusion and amusement. He quietly crossed his arms and gazed at Lily from a distance, his intense stare making her shiver. A few seconds later, he stood up, walked over to the bed, and calmly climbed back under the covers, saying in an even tone, "Next time, don’t wake me up so rudely. You could just call me—or kiss me awake."
“What, do you think you’re Snow White after she ate the poisoned apple?”
With that, Lily threw off the covers, ready to get out of bed—only to realize she was still completely naked. No problem. Her clothes were on the floor; she could just pick them up and get dressed. But alas, her shirt from last night had been torn to shreds by Maxwell. It was now no better than a rag.
"Thornton, you tore my shirt! So I’ll just take yours as compensation!" Lily’s eyes sparkled as she stared at Maxwell’s white shirt on the floor.
As soon as she bent down to grab the shirt, Maxwell’s long arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace. He grinned and asked, "What did you just call me?"
"Let me go!"
She raised her hand to slap him, but Maxwell caught her wrist, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
“Planning to get dressed and run off without a word? Always trying to escape, aren’t you? Are you that irresponsible?”
Flustered, Lily buried her face in the blanket, trying to hide. But a moment later, she popped out again, immediately slapping Maxwell’s arm.
“Put some clothes on! Are you planning to just lie here and not go home?”
Though her slap wasn’t too hard, Maxwell felt a twinge of guilt. Their physical relationship might have been consensual, but last night... a part of him knew he had pushed her. Sure, she hadn’t resisted in the end, but could she have, with her small frame? It only meant one thing—somewhere deep in her heart, she had feelings for him.
“Mrs. Thornton, you kicked your husband out of bed first thing in the morning. Did you even give me a chance to put on clothes?” Maxwell raised an eyebrow, his tone and expression clearly accusing her of early morning husband abuse.
Lily suppressed her anger for a moment before blurting out, “Serves you right! Call me Mrs. Thornton one more time and I’ll kick you out of the room.”
Held tightly in Maxwell’s arms, there was no way she could even shift, let alone kick him again. So Lily, the ever-determined doctor, wriggled around in his embrace. Her soft, bare skin squirming against his only seemed to deepen the already dark look in Maxwell’s eyes. He stared down at her, his gaze intense. Finally, with a frown, he muttered, “As a urologist, don’t you know what happens when a man is rubbed up against like this early in the morning?”
Realizing that the part of Maxwell pressed against her was becoming harder, Lily froze. She quickly pushed her head against his, as if to knock some sense into him.
"Pervert!"
Though it hurt a little, Maxwell’s lips twitched into a wicked smile. He gazed at her with a look filled with meaning as he asked in a low, teasing voice, “Pervert? Are you talking about last night... or right now?”
Mortified, Lily shot Maxwell a fierce glare and kicked him right in his hardening region.
“What’s the difference between last night and now?”