The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 103 I’ll Be Gentler Next Time

The next morning, when Megan opened her eyes, Tristan was already staring at her intently.

The soft golden sunlight poured over his face, giving him an almost unreal serenity—as if he had stepped right out of a dream.

He smiled gently. "Morning, babe."

Megan smiled back, but the moment she turned her head, she saw his injured shoulder exposed and the gauze tinged with dried blood. The wound must’ve started to scab by now.

She suddenly sat up and tried to climb over him to grab the first-aid kit—but Tristan pulled her right into his chest.

"Stop moving, I’ll get it myself," she protested.

He chuckled, holding her close with one arm wrapped around her waist, while the other slipped upward along her leg.

His eyes darkened as they locked onto hers, and Megan swallowed hard. "I think your wound’s healing. Let me grab some antiseptic to clean it."

Tristan either didn’t hear or pretended not to, his warm hand slowly caressing her thigh.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to take charge yesterday? Now’s your shot."

That line had definitely come from her mouth not even 24 hours ago, and now she was about to eat her words hard.

Blushing furiously, Megan buried her face against his chest, her fingers clenching. "We’re gonna be late for class."

"Oh?" Tristan stared at her lips with amusement. "I thought your class doesn’t start till 9:30? It’s barely 6:30."

"It’s not enough time!" Megan raised her voice—she had no intention of showing up to school while barely able to walk.

Tristan chuckled lowly. "What, you saying I can last too long?"

"No!"

She was flustered, and that flustered look made him think she was even cuter. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He moved in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and Megan let out a small gasp. "Are you doubting me, Meg? Because now, I really gotta prove it."

Just great. She could already see herself getting wrecked. Desperately shifting the topic, she blurted out, "Didn’t I go to bed wearing loungewear? When did it turn into a nightgown?"

"I changed it halfway through the night. Easier that way."

"Easier my ass."

Megan tried getting up again, but he just flipped them over, changing their position.

Looking up at Tristan, she placed her hands firmly against his rock-hard chest. "Stop messing around. If your stitches rip, you’re the one in pain."

"Okay, okay... I’ll behave. Just lemme kiss you for a bit."

And as he leaned down, Megan quickly turned her head. "Wait—I haven’t brushed my teeth."

"Doesn’t bother me."

His kiss left her mind completely blank, like she’d been hit with a surge of electricity, every nerve aching and tingling.

"I’ll be gentle."

Megan was still dazed when she heard that, not fully catching what he meant... until she felt cold air sweep across her body—and saw her nightgown fly across the room.

Tristan’s muscular arms and tight abs filled her vision, and that was all it took for her to surrender completely.

Two hours later, Megan lay sprawled out on the soft bed, utterly drained.

She glanced weakly at Tristan, who was leaning against the headboard, sweat still on his forehead. "You are so rude."

Her voice was scratchy, barely above a whisper.

Tristan bent over and kissed the red marks across her back. "I’ll be gentler next time."

Megan shot him a dying glare. "There won’t be a next time. Dream on."

Tristan just flipped her over and scooped her into his arms. "Let your husband take care of your shower."

Afterwards, Megan stood at the sink looking like she’d just been through a war zone, while Tristan calmly brushed her teeth for her.Then he scooped her up and went back to the bedroom to dry her hair.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the girl looked like a delicate little doll. Tristan suddenly wished he could just keep her with him 24/7.

He set down the hairdryer and leaned against the vanity. "When are you meeting Mrs. Xiao this afternoon?"

Megan dabbed on some skincare casually. "Around two. Rachel and I are heading to my aunt’s place for lunch first."

Tristan nodded slightly, thinking for a moment. "Then I’ll come pick you up at three-thirty."

"Is it really necessary to keep me under such tight watch?"

He pinched her tiny chin, voice low, "You’re mine."

Then he grabbed the cherry-blossom-pink lipstick in her hand, smeared a bit on his own lips, and leaned in for a kiss.

A while later, glancing at the mirror, Megan twitched her lips. "This isn’t pink anymore. It’s practically bright red."

Tristan looked rather pleased, lips curling up as he took her hand and led her downstairs for breakfast.

Mrs. Jones stood by, a grin stretching across her face.

Her young master had finally won his lady over—it felt like a tiny miracle. Last night when she went up to bring porridge, she accidentally saw the hickeys all over Megan’s arms and neck. Having been there herself, she knew exactly what had gone down.

Honestly, it was a relief. For a while there, she’d been wondering if her young master had some kind of issue—not reacting at all with such a beauty right by his side.

Now even the old master upstairs would be thrilled. A little master or missy might be on the way soon!

Seeing Mrs. Jones beaming like that, Megan’s cheeks flushed instantly.

She leaned in and whispered, just loud enough for Tristan to hear, "Did Mrs. Jones take the bed sheets yesterday?"

Knowing exactly what she was worried about, Tristan moved closer, his voice deep by her ear, "Nope. I switched them myself. I kept the sheet."

Megan smacked him twice with her fists, only to accidentally bump his shoulder.

He winced softly. "Ouch."

She rolled her eyes and turned away to eat her toast.

Leaning heavily into her side with a look of pitiful exhaustion, he said dramatically, "Babe, I’m wiped out. You totally drained me."

Megan gave him a look, half annoyed, half amused. "Where’s that possessive CEO vibe now?"

Tristan gave her a sly smile. "In the bedroom."

Before he could say anything even more flirty, Megan shoved a fried egg into his mouth.

After breakfast, the two of them each drove away from Dreamscape Estate.

Tristan didn’t leave until he saw Megan safely enter the gates of Meridian University.

When she stepped into the classroom, Rachel had already snagged a spot at the back row.

She waved eagerly. Total model student behavior.

Megan chuckled and headed over.

Just as she sat down, Rachel leaned in and whispered, "Guess who I saw this morning?"

"Who?"

Rachel crept even closer. "Amelia. Kai took me to that Brew & Bloom coffee shop near the hospital, and we happened to pass by a private clinic. I saw her sneak in looking super nervous."

Megan raised an eyebrow at her gossip-hungry face. "And that proves... what exactly?"

Rachel narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, grinning mischievously. "I think she’s pregnant... probably went there for an abortion."

Megan raised a hand in a mock thumbs up at this wild theory.

Rachel giggled. "So you agree then?"

"You have one hell of an imagination. What a waste if you don’t go write screenplays."

Rachel pouted at the comeback, but then her eyes spotted something near Megan’s collar—just a little peek of red under her high-necked shirt.

She nudged Megan with her elbow teasingly. "So, Megan, you and Tristan had a bit too much fun, huh?"