Chapter 359: Honey, I Was Wrong

Zoey called out, "Wall."

I clearly saw the slight smirk on Harlan's face as he turned. That man had quite a bit of pride. He probably thought Zoey would return to him, but instead, she casually tossed his suit jacket at him. "Don't forget your jacket," she said.

Honestly, it was a thoughtful gesture.

Harlan's face turned pale with anger. "Fine, Janice, don't regret this!" He grabbed the jacket and stormed off without looking back. I figured he was waiting for Zoey to beg him to stay. Zoey, on the other hand, looked disgusted, as if touching his jacket had made her unclean. She quickly headed to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Thinking about the misunderstanding between Carter and me, I was about to explain, but Carter headed upstairs. "Remember to rest early," he said, not looking back. He didn't even look back. It was over. He was really mad.

Zoey came out as though nothing had happened, paying no attention to Harlan's departure. She didn't seem to notice Carter's sour mood either. "Hey, where's Carter?" she asked. "He has something to handle," I replied. I couldn't really blame her, so I patiently said, "Zoey, it's getting late. Let's sleep."

"Sure, I want to cuddle you and go to bed. It feels so weird hugging myself."

We lay down in the guest bedroom. Zoey poked my cheek, her hands cupping my face as she scrutinized me. "Why do I feel like this body looks more beautiful after it changed souls?" she asked. "Silly, just sleep. I've been on a plane all day," I said.

Zoey finally stopped fussing and settled down beside me, holding me close. She was an insecure child, and at the Gardners', she would always sleep with a big stuffed animal. I knew this was a habit of hers, so I let her snuggle into me, her chin resting on my shoulder.

I couldn't sleep at all, though. Once I heard her steady breathing and knew she was asleep, I quietly slipped out, placing a pillow in her arms. Then, I tiptoed back to the master bedroom.

Carter had just finished in the study and was in the bathroom washing up. I knew he was always busy, but he still took time to cheer me up. Thinking about how he'd been frustrated earlier, I felt a pang of guilt. The bathroom door opened, and I crept out of the shadows. Like a hungry tiger, I pounced into his arms. "Wow, a big tiger's here!"

His eyes, still cold, looked down at me. "Chloe, I'm not Zoey."

Zoey was childlike in nature. In relationships, this man was just as adorably immature. I felt like I could start a daycare, having to comfort this one and then that one.

"Carter, Zoey's so pitiful. I used her body; can't you just understand?" I said. He asked, "Harlan's that good-looking? Didn't even blink an eye?"

"No, I truly believed that he and Zoey were an ideal match—he is sassy, while she is wild. They just go well together. I didn't think of anything else."

He sneered coldly, "How would you know he's wild if you didn't look?" After that, he pushed my hand away. "Go back and take care of the kid." He threw the covers off and lay down, turning his back to me. This time, he was truly angry—that green-eyed monster.

I pulled the covers off and crawled into bed with him, slowly inching my way up his body. Fortunately, he didn't kick me off the bed. I crawled up inch by inch, finally emerging from his chest, my head nestled into his neck.

"If I said Harlan wasn't good-looking, that'd be a lie. He's really quite attractive, but there are so many great, handsome men in the world. In my eyes, not even all of them put together could compare to you. When I first saw you, I thought, how could someone be so beautiful?"

Carter didn't say anything. I started to panic. "Don't ignore me, okay? Honey, I was wrong."

When he heard the word "honey," his body visibly trembled. A low, raspy voice came from above my head. "What did you call me?" "Honey!"

I discovered a new side to him, leaning closer to his ear, sweetly whispering, "Honey, my darling, my baby." He flipped over and pinned me beneath him. "Chloe, don't play with fire."

I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around his neck, my feet brushing against his thigh. "It's just right, burning with desire. Honey, make love to me." "You better not cry tonight."

For months, he had played the gentleman in front of me, but tonight, I finally saw his wild side. Not only did I not cry, but I couldn't even make a sound. He roughly shoved a silk nightgown into my mouth, devouring me like flames.

The morning came. Zoey looked at the dark circles under my eyes and asked, "Chloe, didn't you sleep well last night?" Well, to be honest, I hadn't slept at all. Of course, someone else hadn't slept either, but he looked full of energy. Every part of him, even his hair, radiated joy.

He returned to his gentle self and asked, "Why are you sitting there? Eat, or it'll get cold." "Okay," I said. I couldn't even look him in the eye. It was as if the devil from last night was a completely different person.

Finally, I understood how gentle he had been with me before. Last night, I saw the real him. I knew that men could be a little rough in bed, but I never connected that with the polite man I knew. Just a glance from him made my legs weaken.

"Chloe, why is your voice so hoarse?" he asked. What else could it be? I spent all night calling him honey, dirty talking, and trying out positions I'd never imagined before. No wonder my voice was hoarse.

Facing Zoey's innocent gaze, I didn't want to ruin her purity. "Maybe it's just the change of scenery—some jet lag. So, I didn't sleep well, maybe catching a little cold."

"Chloe, are you sensitive to new beds?"

Carter, ever thoughtful, offered me a sausage. He said, "She's not sensitive to beds, just to people." Zoey thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I see now. Carter is your baby. You should just sleep with him."

Carter pushed the milk toward me. "Chloe, why aren't you drinking? Trans…like…Prime?"

Looking into his burning eyes, I instantly remembered the unmentionable things from last night, my face flushing. "Chloe, are you still running a fever? Should we see a doctor?"

I waved my hand hurriedly. "No, no. I'll just rest for a bit. You go enjoy yourself this morning. After I catch up on sleep, we'll head to Caelkirk in the afternoon?"

When I brought up Mom, Zoey's expression became complicated. She was both happy and a little nervous, but she was really looking forward to meeting Philippa. "I'll go buy some gifts for Mom. I'll bring them to her later." "Okay."

After breakfast, I headed straight to the room to catch up on sleep. Carter appeared beside the bed, holding a tube of ointment. "Sorry, I got carried away last night. Does it still hurt?"