C30 The Man Who Came at Midnight
Aldo looked indifferently at Isabella who had fallen asleep in his room. "Did you call the doctor this afternoon?"
"Young Master, the doctor did come," Butler said, "and she gave us the Young Madam's physiological cycle, but today, it's not her ovulation period."
Aldo saw Isabella's periodic table, he frowned slightly. "I asked you to call a doctor to have a physical examination for her. Let the chef pay attention to arrange her nutrition diet. She is so thin, do you want others to think that I can't afford to feed a wife?"
Even if they were secretly married, his friends still knew Isabella was his wife.
Butler was shocked. "Ah? Young Master, didn't you say that you wanted the doctor to calculate the period? And didn't you say that you had a marriage agreement..."
"OK, I'm going to rest." Aldo handed the report back to the Butler. "Just let her stay here in the future."
"Yes." Butler nodded with shame. "I'll ask the doctor to come over another day to have a physical examination for Young Madam.
Today is Young Madam and your wedding night... It doesn't matter if you sleep together."
Aldo entered the room, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a bath. When he came out, he saw Isabella was sleeping soundly.
She slept on the quilt.
Her sweet little face was very quiet, holding a pink fist in front of her lips, and her thumb pressed against her lips like a baby... Her sleeping appearance always made people guess her beauty and loveliness.
But she was a woman after all, and the picture of her naked body wrapped in a bath towel was always full of temptation. Aldo looked at her for a while, and his mind was full of the crazy scenes of the sex at the hotel that night. Thinking about this, he felt a little thirsty.
He walked over and shook her shoulder. "Isabella?"
Isabella did not respond. She was having a sweet dream, and her pink lips were moving a little.
Aldo put his arm under her neck and was ready to lift her. "Your room is on the opposite side. It's impossible to be all right if you sleep on my bed."
His warm breath gently brushed over her skin.
Isabella shook her head a little, turned over, and lay flat in front of Aldo.
The moonlight came in through the French window, casting a silver arched shadow on the carpet.
The room was so quiet that there was only the breath of them.
Looking at the white face of Isabella.
Aldo suddenly stopped moving.
"What do you mean by sleeping in my room today?" Aldo looked at Isabella with a slight smile. "Do you want us to spend a good night together on our wedding night?"
Isabella heard the man's voice in a daze. She let out a soft moan and went back to sleep.
"If you don't answer, I'll take it as a yes." Aldo leaned down gently and kissed her lips.
But after a kiss, it didn't seem to be enough.
It could not ease the heat that she brought to him at all.
Aldo sat on the bed, holding the back of Isabella's head, and kissed her for a long time, bit by bit, gaining her sweetness.
In the end, he removed the towel from her body, threw it on the floor, and started their wedding night.