Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire-Chapter 338: Belittling

Alexander’s mind went blank as he surrendered to the moment. His hands moved instinctively, sliding from her back to the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with an urgency he didn’t know he possessed.

For days, her kisses had haunted his thoughts, lingering like a sweet torment. Now, with her in his arms, every suppressed desire came rushing to the surface. His tongue explored her mouth, savoring every soft whimper and muffled moan she made, each sound sending a shiver down his spine.

The fire within him grew, and his grip on her tightened as he fought the mounting need to take things further. He wanted her... desperately, completely. Every inch of him ached to claim her, to lose himself in her warmth.

"Rain," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with desire, "I..."

But the words died on his tongue as her hands gently cradled his face, grounding him. Rain pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushed and her breathing uneven. The look in her eyes was tender, filled with love and trust.

Alexander’s chest heaved as he tried to steady himself, his heart pounding like a drum. He swallowed hard, his hands still cradling her. "You’re making it impossible to think straight," he admitted in a low voice, his lips curving into a small, rueful smile.

Rain chuckled softly, brushing her fingers against his cheek. "Good. Maybe you think too much sometimes," she teased, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection.

Alexander let out a quiet laugh, his tension easing slightly. But as he gazed into her eyes, he knew one thing for certain... whatever this feeling was between them, it was consuming him, and he didn’t want it to stop.

Alexander was about to dive in for another kiss, his heart racing with anticipation, but Rain suddenly shifted. She nestled closer, burying her face against his chest. Her voice was soft and drowsy as she murmured, "I’m too sleepy. Stay with me and sleep here, cradling me like before."

The tension in him melted away as he felt her relax completely in his arms, her breathing steady and peaceful. Alexander let out a quiet sigh, a mix of frustration and tenderness. He gazed down at her, her soft features illuminated faintly by the dim light.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "You really know how to leave me hanging," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Carefully, he shifted her onto the bed, pulling the covers over both of them. She instinctively curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

As her warmth seeped into him, Alexander felt a strange sense of contentment. Despite the turmoil in his mind and the memories he couldn’t quite reach, this moment felt perfect, like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

With Rain in his arms, he allowed himself to relax, the steady rhythm of her breathing lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

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Henry shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. Alexander’s irritation and jealousy toward him were too blatant to ignore. "His feelings for her haven’t changed, even if he’s lost his memory," he muttered to himself with a sigh.

He admired Rain deeply and respected her boundaries. Yes, he wouldn’t deny that he was drawn to her, she was brilliant, kind, and beautiful. But Rain was married. That simple fact was enough to hold him back. Perhaps things would have been different if she weren’t already spoken for, but that wasn’t the case.

As he drove, his thoughts were interrupted by a sight that made him frown. A car was parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights flashing, and a woman stood outside, wearing a cap and sunglasses, speaking into her phone. It looked like she had a flat tire.

"Who would wear a sunglass at night?!" he scoffed.

Henry hesitated, glancing around at the dark, deserted stretch of road. This was a shortcut that most people avoided due to eerie stories about the area. Not that Henry believed in such things, but the isolation of the place was enough to give anyone pause.

After a moment of deliberation, he decided to stop and offer help.

"Miss, do you need assistance?" he called out as he approached, his tone neutral but concerned.

The woman turned toward him, still holding her phone. "Yes, please," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don’t know how to change a tire, and the help I’m waiting for is stuck in traffic."

Henry froze. That voice... it was unmistakable. His body stiffened as realization dawned.

"Carla?" he murmured, his tone uncertain.

The woman lifted her head, lowering her sunglasses to reveal familiar eyes. Her expression mirrored his shock as she gasped, "Henry?"

Henry’s grip on his car door tightened as he stared at the woman before him. He hadn’t expected to run into her, not here, not like this. His mind raced, trying to process the coincidence.

"Carla," he repeated, his tone cautious. freēnovelkiss.com

The woman, now confirmed to be Carla, hesitated for a moment before pulling off her cap and lowering her sunglasses. Her face was just as he remembered: sharp features softened by wide and expressive eyes.

"Henry," she said, her voice quiet, almost uncertain.

Henry took a deep breath and stepped closer, his frown deepening. "What are you doing here? This road isn’t exactly the best place to take a detour."

Carla shrugged, her usual confidence flickering beneath the surface. "I didn’t realize the tire would blow out, and this road... well, it was supposed to be faster." She gestured helplessly toward the flat tire. "But you can see how that turned out."

Henry studied her carefully. It had been years since they last spoke, and the circumstances of their parting weren’t exactly pleasant. Yet here she was, standing in the middle of nowhere, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"You shouldn’t be out here alone," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Especially on this road. There’s a lot of-"

"Stories? Ghosts? Come on, Henry," Carla interrupted with a dry chuckle. "Don’t tell me you’ve started believing in those things."

He shook his head, his lips twitching into a faint smile despite himself. "Not ghosts, Carla. People. This area isn’t safe."

Carla’s teasing expression faltered, replaced by something more serious. "I didn’t think about that. I just wanted to avoid the main road and its traffic. Guess I made a bad call."

Henry glanced at her car and then back at her. "Let me change the tire for you. It won’t take long."

She hesitated, then nodded. "Thank you," she said softly, stepping aside.

As Henry worked, the silence between them was heavy but not uncomfortable. Carla finally broke it. "I heard about you, you know. You’ve done well for yourself..."

Henry gave Carla a calculated smile, his tone laced with a sharp edge. "It’s all thanks to you, Carla, and all the belittling you did back then," he remarked casually, though the undertone of bitterness was unmistakable.

Carla’s confident facade faltered as his words hung in the air. "Henry..." she began, her voice soft, as though unsure of what to say.