Chapter 82 I want you
Leila tightened her grip on his shoulder, warning him, “Mason.”
Mason’s fingers paused, and he smirked, “I’m here.”
“It’s in the car.”
Mason’s eyes gleamed with more amusement, “We’ve done it in the car before.”
Leila was taken aback by his words. After a while, seeing that he didn’t move or show signs of stopping, she said, “This is the hospital parking lot.”
Mason teased her, “Exciting, isn’t it?”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
Leila compromised, “Let’s go home.”
Mason leaned closer, “Can I do whatever I want at home??”
“Don’t go too far.”
Mason deliberately misinterpreted her words, “Naturally, I want to go further. No man control that at that time.”
Leila thought about what he said and blushed deeply.
On the other side, Stefania walked towards the hospital ward when Dr. Hans caught up from behind and grabbed her arm.
His concern was evident. “Why are you running? You haven’t done anything wrong!”
Stefania stopped, her eyes welling with tears.
Taking a deep breath, Dr. Hans softened his tone. “I’m not blaming you.”
Stefania timidly nodded, making her look even more pitiful. “I know.”
Dr. Hans released her arm, and noticing the curious stares around them, he suggested, “Let’s talk in my office.”
Shaking her head, Stefania replied softly, “I won’t go. I’m afraid others will misunderstand our relationship, which is not good for you.”
“I’m not afraid.” Dr. Hans countered.
“But…” Stefania hesitated.
“Aren’t you worried about your brother’s kidney?” Dr. Hans pressed.
“Huh?” Stefania looked surprised.
Dr. Hans continued, “Your brother’s kidney. I’ll find a way.”
Stefania’s tears, just stopped, flowed again instantly. “Dr. Hans…”
“There are too many people here. Let’s discuss in my office.”
This time, Stefania didn’t refuse. “Thank you, Dr. Hans.”
A few minutes later, Stefania appeared in Dr. Hans’s office.
First, he briefly updated her on her brother’s condition, then frowned. “Honestly, I’ve been using my connections to find a kidney for your brother, but…”
Their network was limited, and despite the effort and high offers, there had been no leads.
Stefania sensed his unspoken words, feeling mockery inside but showing gratitude on her face. “Dr. Hans, I really don’t know how to thank you.”
He reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way for your brother’s kidney.”
“Thank you.”
After Dr. Hans finished, a thought struck him. He looked up at Stefania and asked, “I remember you haven’t done a kidney match with your brother yet, have you?”
Stefania tensed slightly.
“I remember last time, it was your parents’ match, right? You weren’t around then?” Dr. Hans probed.
A hint of something flickered in Stefania’s eyes, but she quickly regained composure. “I’ve done it before.”
“When was that?” Dr. Hans inquired.
“At another hospital. I thought my parents were too old to donate, so I had the doctor do a match for me. It turned out I wasn’t suitable, so I came here…”
Dr. Hans nodded knowingly.
He pondered how to find a kidney through legitimate channels.
Lost in thought, Dr. Hans got up and went to the water dispenser for a drink.
Just as he turned with his water cup, Stefania suddenly hugged him from behind and whispered softly, “Dr. Hans, thank you so much. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met…”
Dr. Hans felt his cheeks grow hot at the unexpected hug.
The next moment, just as Dr. Hans thought Stefania had some feelings for him, she let go and stepped back respectfully. “Dr. Hans, I will definitely repay you in the future.”
He lowered his head to drink water, then swallowed and said, “No need.”
“I’ve already figured it out. When I graduate from college, I’m going to study nursing, and then I’ll come to work in the nephrology department. Dr. Hans, I’ll definitely be your most reliable assistant by then.”
“Sure,” Dr. Hans replied.
Stefania continued, expressing her gratitude and then left the doctor’s office.
As Stefania returned to the ward, her mother immediately approached her, grabbing her hand and asking, “How did it go? Did you get Mason’s contact information?”
Stefania pulled her hand away disdainfully. “It’s not that easy.”
“I told you earlier, Leila is so beautiful, how could Mason possibly…”
“Is she really that beautiful? She’s just a bit taller than me.”
“But what about your brother’s kidney…”
Stefania glanced disdainfully at the man lying on the bed. “Dr. Hans said he’ll handle it.”
Meanwhile, Mason and Leila arrived at the neighborhood.
Leila went to the supermarket at the entrance of the community to buy ingredients for dinner, with Mason following closely behind with the car keys.
As they reached the vegetable section, Leila turned her head slightly and asked him what he wanted to eat.
“This scene suddenly makes me think of us in our seventies or eighties,” Mason said.
Leila slowed her pace involuntarily upon hearing this.
Mason continued, “By then, we’ll both be quite old, won’t need to work anymore. We’ll stroll to the park together every day, then stroll back to the supermarket at the entrance of the community to buy groceries…”
“Mason,” Leila interrupted.
“Yeah?” Mason responded.
Leila took a deep breath. “Don’t give me hope.”
Mason’s eyes darkened. After a moment, he said, “Leila, is it so hard to believe that I like you?”
“Not hard,” Leila replied, looking away.
After a pause, she continued, “It’s not hard to believe you like me. What’s hard is believing this feeling will last.”
“How do you know it won’t last if you don’t give it a try?”
“Mason, I’ll be 27 in a few months. If I try with you for a few years, and then find out it’s wrong, at the age of over thirty, with no savings, no house, no car, and then start over with another boyfriend… The cost is too high.”
Although everyone says society is tolerant of women nowadays, it’s not really like that.
If a man is in his thirties and unmarried, as long as he is successful in his career, everyone will praise him for not getting married because he is career-oriented.
If it’s a woman in her thirties who’s unmarried, even if she’s successful in her career, there will definitely be rumors.
And with Mason’s background, if they break up then, probably no man would dare to take her.
Of course, she could choose not to get married. After all, she didn’t have much expectation for marriage.
But she was afraid. Afraid she wouldn’t bear to. Won’t bear to part with him. When this thought came to her, Leila froze for a moment. How could she be afraid she wouldn’t bear to part with Mason then?
Leila’s facial expression changes didn’t escape Mason’s notice.
Thinking she was averse to discussing the topic, Mason pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag. The smoke eased his restless mood. He felt like Leila would eventually drive him crazy.
Back home, Leila changed into slippers at the entrance and headed to the kitchen, while Mason stood smoking by the door.
After finishing his cigarette, Mason changed into slippers and stepped inside.
He stood outside the kitchen, watching Leila for a moment before striding up behind her. He hooked his arm around her waist. One hand turned off the stove, while he bit down on Leila’s neck.
Leila tensed immediately. Mason eased his grip a bit, then lightly licked the bitten spot. His voice carried a mix of resentment and plaintiveness, “Leila, can’t you be a bit less heartless?”
Leila gripped the countertop. “I’m cooking.”
Mason persisted, “Stop cooking. I want you…”
Leila had never imagined such scenes in her kitchen. Though the stove was off, steam from the boiling water clouded her eyes.
Leila’s body swayed slightly, leaning heavily on the counter.
Mason, dressed sharply with only his belt undone, lifted the corner of his black shirt, revealing a hint of abdominal muscles.
Meanwhile, Leila, completely naked from the waist down, faced away from him, her hands gripping the edge of the stove for support. She gasped as each of his intense thrusts pressed her harder against the cool surface, the heat from the still-warm burner contrasting with the chill of the kitchen counter against her skin.
As climax approached, Leila bit her lip tightly.
Mason’s free hand moved to her lips, teasingly pointing his index finger at them, hoarsely murmured behind her, “Bite it.”
Leila hesitated, her blush creeping from her ears to her neck.
Suddenly playful, Mason insinuated, “What are you thinking? I asked you to bite my finger, not my cock.”
With that, Leila parted her lips and bit his finger directly. His long fingers ventured further into her mouth, enveloped in its warm wetness, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Lowering his head, Mason nibbled her earlobe, enticing and tinged with expectation, “Next time, use your mouth to bite it…”
He left the sentence unfinished, but in this moment and this setting, Leila knew exactly what ‘it’ meant.
Leila wanted to glare at him, but before she could, Mason suddenly thrust deeper…