Chapter 182: I’ve Waited Too Long for This Day

Carter gently stroked my warm face, his cool hand a soothing contrast to my heat. Half-conscious, my mind hazy, I murmured, “What are you looking at?”

He took my small hand and placed it on his belt. His voice was soft and coaxing. “Didn’t you want to see it in the car?” For a moment, I was confused, then remembered—I had wanted to see his legs. The fog of sleep cleared, and I clumsily moved toward him, my body swaying as I reached out. I fell into his arms. He gently lowered me onto the bed, one hand supporting me, the other resting around my waist, his gaze full of warmth.

“Chloe, I’ve waited too long for this day…”

I paused, unsure of his meaning. I didn’t fully understand, but I wasn’t going to question it. I lowered my head, my fingers brushing the petal buckle, but then my stomach churned.

“I… I want…”

Carter looked at me, his expression filled with anticipation. “Darling, tell me, what do you want?”

“I want to vomit.”

Before I could reach the bathroom, I threw up all over him. I couldn’t tell if he regretted waking me only to be covered in my vomit. At that moment, I didn’t care if he was disgusted; I just felt awful. My head and stomach ached, and I felt completely uncomfortable.

He didn’t move. Instead, he gently patted my back. After I was done, he called for someone to clean up the mess and then helped me to the bathroom. Both of us were a mess. As soon as I touched the ground, I felt overwhelmed with disgust.

“So dirty.”

I clumsily began taking off my clothes. Carter instinctively turned away, not trying to take advantage. But I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. I rushed at him from behind and demanded, “Why are you still wearing dirty clothes? Take them off!”

His gaze intensified, and he asked, “Do you truly want me to?”

I pushed him against the cold wall, tilted my head playfully, and said, “Can’t you? Do you want me to help? I love helping people.”

Without heels, I was a head shorter than him. His eyes dropped to me, and his voice turned rough. “Alright.”

I reached forward and began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing the soft skin beneath. His skin was pale, untouched by the sun for years, and his muscles were defined in a way that made him look almost like a work of art. I couldn’t resist touching his smooth skin.

Carter swallowed and grabbed my hand. “Darling, don’t touch it.”

I bit my lip and murmured, “But… it looks so touchable.”

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly around the waist. He leaned down and kissed me with intense passion. The shower water cascaded down, filling the bathroom with steam that blurred his handsome features. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued unbuttoning his shirt.

Carter carefully cleaned me up. I sat on the bed in a bathrobe, watching him leave the room like a puppy, observing his every movement. The maids had already changed the sheets, and a sweet fragrance filled the air, replacing any unpleasant smells.

He soon returned with a nightgown and underwear from the wardrobe. With a warm gaze, he asked, “Darling, do you need help getting dressed?”

In my bathrobe, hood up, hair messy and falling over my shoulders, I looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Uncle, can you help me?”

Carter sighed, a little helpless. “Don’t call me that.”

I playfully bit my finger and said, “Then… Honey?”

He seemed pleased but also a bit conflicted. “You little troublemaker. I truly want to devour you.”

Imagining myself as a pancake, I opened my bathrobe and boldly said, “Go ahead. I’m all clean and smell great.”

Carter quickly helped me into the nightgown and messed with my hair, saying, “Wait until you’re older.” Then, he went into the bathroom again. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I was growing sleepy.

I drifted off on the bed. After a long time, I felt his warm, strong arms around me again. I instinctively nuzzled into him and mumbled, “Honey…”