oon opened and Elliott walked in all wet. He made a beeline for the bathroom

k nightdress. Afterward, I took out Elliott's pajamas and put them o

sound of heavy raindrops hitting the closed windows and walls c

wel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water dripped from his hair to his body. His hard che

at him, he looked at me with a frown.

rew a small towel at me and comma

o dry his hair and I was already used to it. He sat on the bed. Without hesitation, I cl

asn't my intention to strike up a conversation with him. However, since Elliott only tho

dded and went

d again. I just did what I was asked

bed. Elliott was fond of staying in his study until midnight after taking a sh

t what was going on, he pulled me

ed up at him in confu

it?" he asked, his eye

ugh I didn't want him to have sex with

only six weeks old. If Elliott was rough l

wned and sa

inated the room. The groans and sound of flesh thumping hard didn't stop until after a long time. My head wa

d sweat. I reached out for the bedside drawer to take out some pa

Elliott's phone was vibrating on the bedside table. I looked at t

ott at this ungodly ho

throbe, Elliott wiped his hands and picked up the phone. I tried t

ld, Olivia," Elliott sa

like he had done many times in the past. I usually turned a blind eye to his late-night outings. How

r, a hint of coldness and displeasure appeared on his han

were cold

up at him with an expressionless face and said, "Your grandfather's funeral is tomorrow. Remem

abbed my chin suddenly and looked into my eyes. Then he sai