When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 120: The Story of the Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: The Story of the Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit

Drowsy as she was, Luna Axton could still make out what was happening.

Her eyes flew open, all traces of sleep scared away.

’Who is it?’

A pair of large, warm hands covered her ears, muffling the lecherous sounds considerably.

’Is Blaze Fairchild asleep? Or is he awake? Did he hear it too?’

Just as she was wondering what to do, Blaze Fairchild’s low, gentle voice came from above her.

"You’re awake?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Luna Axton grew even more embarrassed.

So Blaze Fairchild had heard the commotion long ago and had covered her ears because of it.

She gave a soft "mhm," afraid of disturbing the other couple’s outdoor escapade.

Blaze Fairchild started to get up, but Luna Axton hastily grabbed him.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m calling the front desk to handle it," Blaze Fairchild said, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

"That’s so awkward!" ’Isn’t it better to just pretend we didn’t hear anything?’

From the sounds of it, the two seemed to have reached a state of complete abandon, focused only on the act of procreation like base animals.

’The temperature outside is low. They must be cold.’

"Maybe... it’ll be over in a little while," she added, though she wasn’t sure.

Blaze Fairchild lay back down. The bed was narrow, and with his broad, tall frame, he had to lie on his side. His hands, refusing to be constrained, naturally settled into Luna Axton’s space.

However, they had clearly overestimated the man’s stamina. Before long, the woman’s disparaging curses drifted over.

"You’re so useless! Only twenty minutes and you’re..."

"Blame me? How about you mention how loose you are!"

"So what if I’m loose? You still went at it like a starving wolf. It’s obvious you’re the one who can’t perform."

The couple’s bickering and blaming each other gradually faded away.

How long something feels truly depends on the person. To the two forced to eavesdrop, those few minutes had felt exceptionally long.

Hearing the silence, Luna Axton rubbed her cheeks, which had grown hot at some point, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Her tense nerves relaxed, and she let her back settle into Blaze Fairchild’s embrace.

His chest was toasty warm. Held by him from behind in the cold weather, her whole body was kept from the chill.

With that thought, Luna Axton snuggled back a little further.

"Ngh!" Blaze Fairchild let out a muffled grunt. His voice was deep and husky, as if he were holding something back, yet also tinged with a hint of pleasure.

After being with him for so long, she knew exactly what that sound meant.

Just as she was flustered and worried she might have hurt him, Blaze Fairchild suddenly grabbed her hand.

The world was bathed in the cold, clear moonlight.

A thin, fleeting cloud drifted past the moon, blocking some of its light.

The light that still peeked through continued to illuminate the earth, but after getting a clear view of the scene inside the bus-turned-cabin, the moon blushed and hid behind the cloud.

Inside the room, the husband and wife, locked in an intimate embrace, were blushing as well.

Afterwards, Luna Axton looked at her own slender hand with a hint of disgust.

Sniffing carefully, she could detect a faint, lingering scent in the air.

Blaze Fairchild noticed her aversion and said considerately, "Let’s go wash our hands."

Disgusted, Luna Axton decided not to let Blaze Fairchild off easy. She held up the hand in question. "You pull me up."

She was angry, and her tone carried a hint of indignation.

In the cool moonlight, the corners of Blaze Fairchild’s lips tilted up. He couldn’t care less.

A wife so obedient, soft, and eager to please? He couldn’t wait to pamper her.

He slid one arm under the crook of her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her from the bed.

At the sink, his large, lathered hands held her small, slender ones, which were as delicate as spring onions. He scrubbed and scrubbed, even taking care to wash her plump, pink nails according to the rigorous seven-step hand-washing technique.

Luna Axton’s lovely, flushed face remained tense, but the look of disgust had faded slightly.

Blaze Fairchild turned on the hot water, rinsing the foam from her hands to reveal skin that was fair and rosy. He then took out a face towel and dabbed them dry.

Throughout the process, his movements were gentle and exceptionally patient, as if he were cleaning a one-of-a-kind jewel.

When he was done, Blaze Fairchild cradled her slightly reddened hand and held it up to her nose.

"Luna, have a smell. Is it fragrant now?"

Luna Axton pushed his hand a little further away and sniffed. There was only the peach fragrance of the hand soap.

She leaned in closer and sniffed again. The musky smell was indeed gone. Only then did she glare at Blaze Fairchild, a mix of shame and annoyance on her face.

Blaze Fairchild understood instantly. He bent down, scooped up the beauty standing on his feet, and turned back to the bed.

His large hands found her arm and began to knead it, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. Luna had just mentioned a few times that her hand was sore.

Although Luna was angry, as a man, he could understand why. Still, he couldn’t suppress the smile that threatened to break free.

"Next time, I promise I won’t get it on your hands, Luna," Blaze Fairchild coaxed.

Luna Axton nodded without a word.

Blaze Fairchild then thought of another reason why Luna might be angry.

"Luna, I didn’t get worked up because I heard those sounds. The last time was on New Year’s Eve, and that was five days ago. I was just holding you, and your movement just now... it stimulated me. That’s what led to what happened."

Once he started explaining, the words began to flow.

He knew full well the difference between a one-time satisfaction and a long-term arrangement.

If he didn’t placate Luna now, he would be the one to lose out in the end.

"I know."

"How do you know that?"

Blaze Fairchild: ’Luna really knows a lot, doesn’t she?’

"The poison in your system hasn’t been cured yet," she said lightly, with an air of ’I totally understand.’

But upon hearing this, Blaze Fairchild’s eyes instantly lit up, outshining all the stars in the deep blue night sky.

’Yes! That’s it!’

He pursed his lips, inwardly ecstatic.

’That’s right. His poison could act up often.’

’How could he have wasted such a good excuse?’

"Luna..." he called out pitifully, burying his head in the crook of her neck. "It’s so hard for me to endure it, too. It feels like a million ants are crawling all over my skin."

The symptoms Blaze Fairchild had shown on their first night together were still vivid in her mind. Luna Axton knew how potent that drug was, but pregnant as she was, there was nothing she could do.

Before she could speak, The Big Bad Fairchild Wolf thoughtfully consoled himself,

"Once Lucky is born and you’ve recovered, we should be able to purge this poison completely. In the meantime, I’ll just try to bear it on my own. And if I can’t bear it anymore, I’ll ask you to help me out. Okay?"

The veil of night separated day from dusk, and it also seemed to split Blaze Fairchild into two different people.

By day, he was the cool, distinguished, and poised tycoon of the business world.

By night, however, he had to endure the torment brought on by the drug.

This stark contrast made Luna Axton’s heart soften, and she relented. "Okay."

Before, she had been bogged down by so many things and truly didn’t have the extra energy to focus on Blaze Fairchild.

Now, her mother had returned to Kensing, and she no longer needed to work part-time to cover medical expenses.

Between her studies and nurturing the pregnancy, she was willing to spare a little energy to help Blaze Fairchild "detoxify."

And so, the completely oblivious little white rabbit was lured into the big bad wolf’s den, where he could have his way with her.

Having successfully tricked his little white rabbit, relieved five days of pent-up passion, and with the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, a delighted Blaze Fairchild drifted off to sleep, feeling utterly content.