028 | Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Threat of the Undercurrent
—Hmph, I've caught him.
After two weeks—
After a month in the hospital, Diaz once again sent out a lavish procession to bring the twins and Xiaoyue back to the mansion. After all, even with Sai's medical team, the equipment was still inferior to that of a real medical center, so Diaz gave a stern order.
"Sean, go and get some advanced training for me. Give me a list of the equipment I need." He said through a hands-free call in the car, with Xiaoyue in his arms and Ma Long in his other arm. "I can't accept my woman having her postpartum confinement in a place like that."
"Yes, boss," Saien replied firmly.
"From now on, my woman can only give birth and have her postpartum confinement at home," Diaz added gently, looking at Xiaoyue in his arms.
Although her body had recovered considerably after a month and she was able to carry Marlene around the ward, it didn't last long. After about five minutes, she would feel a slight downward pressure in her uterus, accompanied by a faint stinging pain.
However, after confirming that there was no danger to their lives and that the twins' condition was stable, Diaz resolutely decided to bring the children and herself back to the building. After all, it would be more comfortable to have a postpartum confinement at home, with personal servants to take care of her and a specially designed postpartum care package.
Most importantly—
That means he can openly and legitimately stay with Xiaoyue forever.
After they returned to the building, Diaz held Marlene and Marlon in his arms as if they were holding the rarest treasures, or as if a lion was displaying its pride, and strode towards the private elevator, all the way to the floor with the children's room.
The moment the elevator doors opened, Xiaoyue and he saw a small figure jumping excitedly towards them, calling out in a childish voice, "Daddy! Mommy!"
Upon hearing that call, both of their expressions softened instantly.
Xiaoyue quickly stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged the figure tightly. The nanny and teacher beside her had already wisely retreated into the room to wait for orders.
"Mark... my little darling, Mommy missed you so much." She hugged Mark tightly, her voice choked with emotion.
For the past seven months, her relationship with Diaz had been awkward, with Mark being an innocent victim who had hardly ever seen them standing together since then. Therefore, this happy scene now is the most direct expression of love for the little child.
"I miss Mommy and Daddy," he mumbled. Although he was only a little over a year old, he was already able to organize his thoughts, and his innocent appearance was very heartwarming.
Diaz knelt down in front of Mark and said in a gentle yet firm tone, "These two will be your younger siblings from now on. You must protect them, understand?"
Curious, Mark leaned closer, watching the two small, thin figures. He kept scratching their faces, while Marlene grasped his index finger with her tiny hand, making him giggle. "I like it! I like it!"
The image of the family of five in front of the floor-to-ceiling window formed the most heartwarming picture. The sunlight of late winter and early spring still carried a hint of chill, but the budding hope was as resilient as the branches, and a strong consensus had already been established in the hearts of Diaz and Xiaoyue.
For the sake of each other and the children, all obstacles in our path will be cleared.
Another month passed quickly.
late at night.
"Mmm...wife—" That sticky voice echoed in the dark bedroom, accompanied by the rustling of fabric, creating an ambiguous and sensual fantasy. "Is it okay...hmm?"
"I've been holding this in for a long time..."
Diaz held Xiaoyue's waist, his upper body half-naked, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, and kept rubbing his lower body against her buttocks. His broad palms moved up and down, and his lips breathed on her ear, wave after wave, as if trying to build up the waves of desire.
"But... I'm not sure..." She turned her head and gently brushed her hair against his chin.
After so much time, things have gradually become clearer with Diaz, and her desire for him is like a newly formed flower bud, shyly waiting to bloom—the only thing that makes her nervous is whether she knows if her body can handle it.
Of course, Diaz understood her concerns, and he also dared not go through the same experience again, almost losing her beauty.
He didn't stop, nor did he offend her further. Instead, he gently kissed her neck, his broad hands lightly kneading her breasts, which were swollen from breastfeeding, his breathing rough and heavy.
"I know..."
Diaz's voice was tinged with restraint and suppressed pain, making even Xiaoyue feel a little sorry for him.
"Let's see how far we can go... If you feel it's not right, just say 'stop'... okay?" He turned Xiaoyue around, and in the darkness, his brown eyes held not coercion, but longing and affection.
How could Xiaoyue resist his contrasting gentleness...?
"……good."
When she nodded, Diaz's eyes lit up with excitement and pleasure, and the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably, like a large dog that had been rewarded, as if you could see its tail wagging behind it.
"Then let's... kiss first," he said in a low voice, his eyes slightly lowered, staring intently at the lips that he lingered on, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Xiaoyue looked up, but his hand had already quietly cupped her chin, his slender fingers even able to grip the side of her neck, preventing her from making any move to back away out of shyness. Almost simultaneously, his hot, thin lips covered hers, their breaths mingling completely, their lips and teeth entwined in a passionate dance.
His kisses were no longer as forceful as before; they were a gentle rhythm that was almost unbearable, a slow, soft licking and sucking, the sticky, wet sounds echoing in my ears, and my cheeks and earlobes gradually burning.
The kiss lasted longer than ever before, as if someone who had been thirsty for days was finally tasting a mouthful of sweet dew, so tenderly and cautiously.
But it was like a wildfire, gradually burning away her reason.
"What did you eat to grow up like this, hmm?" Diaz whispered, kissing her cheek as his fingertips secretly unhooked the thin straps of her nightgown. "How come every inch of what I ate... was so sweet it was impossible to give up?"
Faced with these explicit and nauseating words, Xiaoyue wanted to cover her ears and pretend she hadn't heard anything. Her blush grew more and more obvious, while Diaz, on the other hand, found it increasingly delicious.
"And that's not all, even the milk is so sweet... Are you trying to drive me crazy?" He deliberately used the most vulgar words to provoke her, rubbing his throbbing desire against her thighs while kneading her breasts that had already begun to secrete breast milk. His burning lips curved downwards, reaching her chest.
"……May I?"
In the darkness, his brown eyes gleamed with a sharp light like torches, yet his words were gentler than ever before.
This was also the first time I asked for her opinion.
Xiaoyue nodded, her heart pounding like a doe in heat, feeling utterly lost for the first time.
After receiving permission, Diaz smiled and, unlike usual, did not act roughly. Instead, he filled her tension with countless tender kisses, and finally took the source of the milky fragrance into his mouth, slowly licking it with his rough tongue.
This long-awaited stimulation was, to put it mildly, intense for Xiaoyue.
Her fingertips climbed up Diaz's upper arm, her waist arched with a tremor, and her voice involuntarily softened, escaping with a weak gasp, "Ah...!"
This reaction was like a catalyst, or more like a hint of agreement to continue. A subtle pulsation came from the inside of Xiaoyue's thigh, from that hard and hot desire belonging to Diaz.
It was as if it were saying—your reaction makes me just as happy.
Each tremor, and the gradual reaction of her body, seemed to remind her that she still remembered Diaz's touch, how she had succumbed to him, and how she had become immersed in it.
That night was a long-awaited embrace and possession. With the recognition that the two were truly "in sync", they were like tireless beasts in climax after climax, leaving marks on each other's skin and engraving their own marks in their souls.
But in the tall building not far away—
Diaz's gang headquarters.
"Found it! Found it!" A subordinate rushed into the office, holding his phone and beaming with joy.
Several cadres were smoking by the window, and documents were scattered among the tables and chairs filled with smoke. They were all clues about the "deaths of depression" in the past few months. The red lines on the wall were also tangled up in a mess. The only thing that stood out was the photo in the center, which was of Marie Silva.
That boss put up a huge bounty, wanting to find his enemy no matter what.
"We found Mary!" The henchman hurriedly connected his phone to the projector, panting heavily.
Upon hearing this, all the cadres immediately stubbed out their cigarettes, crowded around, grabbed the phones, connected them to the projection screen, and stood ready for action.
As they examined each item one by one, they came across the photo...
They looked at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"How... should I tell the boss?"
The woman in the photo looked exactly like Mary, except for her protruding lower abdomen, which raised suspicion. But the officials who had been to Mexico before knew what had happened; if what they suspected was true…
What should I do?
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