006 | Chapter Six - Lover, Mary

—What is that bitch trying to do now?

After a heated "groundbreaking ceremony," the housewarming ceremony seemed to have the most meaningful start, especially the newly completed bedroom, which was immediately filled with the scent of the two of them, undoubtedly the perfect beginning for Diaz.

He stood radiantly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, completely unconcerned about being naked, watching the sunset over the eastern shore, as if his long-suppressed desires had finally found an outlet.

However, Xiaoyue, who had just finished her postpartum confinement, hadn't even warmed the bed before it was soaked and she needed a new sheet. She lay limply in the corner of the bed, which was still dry, creating a stark contrast with the person by the window.

"Alright, are you done lying down? Get up and go have dinner." Diaz walked back to the bedside, his large hand slapping her plump buttocks after childbirth without hesitation, teasing her as he spoke.

Her eyes were slightly open, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was still trembling slightly, as if she hadn't quite caught her breath.

"...Not yet." She really wanted to glare at Diaz, but even raising her head would strain all her muscles, making her ache and tremble, which made her both laugh and cry. "...It's not like you who recovered so quickly."

Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow without hesitation, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, and drawled in a low voice, "Oh?"

Then he plopped down, the soft mattress noticeably sinking, and his rough hands directly touched the thighs that were sweaty from the orgasm, the rhythm slow and ambiguous.

"Don't think I'm satisfied. If you don't get up, I'll fuck you until you can only eat in bed." He chuckled in a low voice, his fingertips already tracing up from between her legs to the vicinity of her wet groin.

This action made Xiaoyue bite her lip, her whole body tremble, and she could barely control herself and let out a groan.

"Get up... I'm getting up...!" She quickly used all her strength to turn herself over, dodging Diaz's grasp, not even caring about the stains on the sheets next to her from their "battle".

Seeing her writhe on the bed like a fish out of water, a pleased smile crept across Diaz's face. A deep laugh echoed in his chest, and even the corners of his eyes narrowed into slits.

That expression made Xiaoyue instantly miss her heartbeat.

...So Diaz can laugh like that too?

This reminded her of the week she first arrived at the manor, when Diaz offered her a bite of pudding to coax her to eat, his clumsy yet sincere smile making her smile even more... blissful than before.

The setting sun outside the window painted the sky red, and the light falling into the bedroom was very warm. Even Diaz's usually ruthless and fierce face looked gentle at this moment, without any of the oppressive feeling of a mafia godfather.

It seems... he's just an ordinary man who dotes on her and values ​​her a lot.

A dozen minutes later, Xiaoyue had changed her clothes, and Diaz instructed someone to clean up the "mess" in the bedroom. The two then went to the dining room to prepare for their meal.

The dining room in the new house is no different from the one in the old mansion. The biggest difference is that the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows has been changed to overlook the night view of the East Coast, and there is also a little baby next to us.

Xiaoyue ate dinner while playing with Little Mark, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

But Diaz became increasingly busy as his territory expanded. Even during mealtimes, he was constantly being handed documents or tablets by his subordinates or confidants, making it impossible for him to enjoy his food properly.

At this moment, an official with a somber expression, the light from the tablet shining upwards on his features, gave off an ominous feeling. He carefully handed the tablet to Diaz, bowing respectfully without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Diaz was cutting his steak when he saw the tablet, but his face darkened. His hand holding the knife and fork turned white, and his brown eyes seemed to be burning as he stared intently at the tablet.

Xiao Lan's oppressive aura was even noticed by Xiao Yue, who was sitting opposite her.

She glanced around at the people nearby, then looked at the cadre next to him, as if assessing what was causing his anger—before her gaze fell on the coldly gleaming tablet.

But the next second, Diaz seemed to sense Xiaoyue's gaze, immediately composed himself, and said indifferently, "I'll deal with it later, let's eat first."

The cadre next to her nodded and responded readily before putting the tablet back in his pocket. But in just a moment, she still saw a string of words on it that was particularly clear, attracting her attention like a thorn.

——by your lover Mary.

...A lover? Mary?

What kind of relationship would lead to the use of the word "lover" when referring to a married man? And what kind of situation would be so serious that Diaz would have to show such a threatening expression during their meal?

This was a question she had never considered.

What was even more cruel was that she remembered that month she spent alone in the manor, living the life of a caged bird, never leaving the house, and the incident where Diaz brought a woman home and they bumped into each other right next door.

...But Diaz said he would marry her as soon as she had a child.

Does this mean it's "the only one"?

Xiaoyue tried her best to appear indifferent, teasing Mark while eating, as if she had never seen the words or noticed Diaz's changing expressions.

However, holding the knife and fork became difficult, and swallowing gradually slowed down, as if all her senses were unconsciously being drawn to the man in front of her.

The feeling was like a thorn piercing her tailbone, making her restless. She had originally planned to ask Diaz properly that night, when they were both asleep and it was just the two of them.

However, right after dinner, Diaz tidied up his things, and as if in great urgency, gave her and Mark a quick kiss, only to say, "I have some things to take care of, don't wait up for me tonight."

Then she left her new home without looking back, leaving Mark and her in the building they had just moved into.

That night, just as he said, he did not return.

In the nursery at midnight, the air seemed to freeze. Xiaoyue didn't go back to her room, but stayed in the locked nursery all night, listening to Mark's peaceful and content breathing, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

on the other hand.

After dinner, Diaz left the building, impatiently unbuttoning his shirt and ordering the officer who had just given him the tablet to show him the information again before plopping down in the back seat.

The cold light from the screen illuminated his狰狞 and distorted features in the dark car interior, making it difficult to breathe as if the air was on fire.

"Fuck Mary, what the hell do you want?" Diaz's hand gripping the tablet gradually turned white, his fingertips almost crushing the screen. He slammed his other fist into the car seat, causing the whole car to shake for a moment.

"That bitch, she's forgotten who she is after she's had her fill of sweetness once?" He smiled cruelly, a savage glint in his brown eyes, and took out a nicotine chewing tablet from his pocket, putting it in his mouth and chewing it in large gulps.

"You want to mess with me?"

"Then I'll see if you have the guts, you rotten bitch!"