True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1805

"Quit your wild imagination. There's no such thing." Leah tried her best to deny it.

She was so mortified.

It had not even been half a year since she was deflowered. She couldn't bring herself to be so thick-skinned.

Besides, she did not want the things that happened in her bed to be known by others. She did not have the taste for flaunting them.

"Humph, wild imagination? I think it's the truth." Victoria gave a snort.

Leah replied, "No, it's truly your imagination. You said you've known why I stopped updating? Why is that?"

Had the editor figured it out?

Leah was rather curious.

"The reason is that you've had a boyfriend, and you wanted to spend intimate time with him every day. You were afraid that writing the web novel will hinder you from spending time with him, therefore you ended the novel hastily. Only in this way could you immerse yourself in bed with him every day."

"Why do these words sound so obscene when coming out of your mouth?" Leah retorted. "That's not the reason."

"All right, stop covering it up." Victoria interrupted Leah's words. "You patently spend hours just fiddling around when you should have been working hard. Even if you have a boyfriend, and even if you hunger for intimacy with him, you shouldn't neglect your career. If you don't have a career, you'll replace out later that you don't even have the money to afford contraception, which will in turn result in your pregnancy. Then will you give birth to the child? You can't afford to raise it if you give birth to it without your career, and it'll be a sin if you abort it. That's even crueler. Tell me, how can you do that?"

"Ah!" Leah groaned again.

Her voice sounded amatory again.

She warned Ernest at once.

However, he ignored that, continuing to make her moan.

Leah's voice had changed.

"I've got to go. That's all."

"Don't hang up." Victoria bawled, "Reaper, I don't care. As long as this sequel's author hasn't continued, you have to fill in for him in a jiffy."

Leah tried to stifle her pleasure before saying, "I really have to go. I'll get back to you tomorrow. I'm hanging up."

With that, Leah hung up and turned off her phone, in case Victoria would call again.

After turning off the phone, Leah instantly made a complaint to Ernest by growling, "You did it on purpose to make me moan like that just now. My editor must have thought I'm a sl*tty girl. I'm so screwed. My image is ruined."

Unexpectedly, Ernest felt no contrition for what he did. On the contrary, he admitted blithely. "Yes, I intentionally did it so that your editor would realize that she shouldn't call and harass the authors in the middle of the night. Although the authors are working for her, all of you have the rights to retain your private space."

"Victoria and I have gone past the editor-author relationship." Leah explained, "We are friends now, and we respect each other very much."

"Then, she shouldn't have harassed you. The one who ought to feel ashamed isn't you, hence you don't have to be so shy," Ernest said with a smile.

"Oh my God, what kind of logic is this? She has heard us having sex, yet you said she should be embarrassed instead of us. Don't you think that's too shameless of us?" For the first time, Leah found that Ernest was pretty resilient. He didn't

feel awkward at all.

To her surprise, Ernest just laughed. "I don't feel shameful at all. Also, she couldn't see our faces. It was not a live broadcast. What's there to be scared of?"

Leah was taken aback by his words. Staring blankly at the man on her body and meeting his perfectly handsome face, she really felt that he had a mischievous sense of humor. She sighed bitterly and said, "She didn't see you, but she knows it's me, I'm so abashed."

"So what if she knows? She didn't see you." Ernest smiled and comforted her. "You don't have to take it to heart. This is a common thing between every couple. It's your editor's fault for not being able to read the room. Knowing what you were at it, yet she still pointed it out bluntly."

Leah muttered, "It's all your fault. If you didn't do that on purpose and make it known to her, she wouldn't have asked so much."

"Anyone with a normal mindset would quickly make an excuse to hang up when they replace out what's happening on the other side of the line, but your editor didn't do so. She is such a weirdo." Ernest shrugged. Leah was aware that what he said was reasonable, but she couldn't help urging him at the thought of someone else having heard her moaning in bed. "Hurry up and finish up, don't dawdle."

Ernest replied with a smile, "Don't you know that such words may mar my enjoyment. In that case, we may need to start all over again. This problem is not caused by me but by that phone call entirely." Once again, Leah was nonplussed. She looked at Ernest foolishly.

Wouldn't it be a waste of time to her if they needed to start all over again? Then, she wouldn't have time to do anything else that day.

At the moment, she felt like her whole body was falling apart, and she had no strength at all.

As expected, Ernest was full of vigor and vitality in bed.

He really started all over again, and it seemed that he would not stop until he was satisfied.

He put her into a dreamy mood. For some reason, she even zoned out, and the hiatus of the web novel came to her mind.

She found it strange, wondering why the sequel's author suddenly stopped updating.

What was the reason?

Could it be that he had lost interest because of the lack of remuneration?

Or, did he encounter an emergency that he had forgotten to update it?

She hoped that it was due to an emergency, because the novel was quite well written.

Leah had been following the web novel as she was interested to know what would occur next in the next update. She had no idea how the sequel writer planned the plot. Thinking about that, she was obviously distracted.

Ernest noticed that her eyes were no longer fixed on him.

From the looks of her eyes, she seemed absentminded after the call. He was clueless as to what was going on in her mind.

Ernest was at a loss for words that she was distracted by other matters at such moment.

At the same time, he felt a little helpless, wondering if he didn't perform well enough.

The fact that she still had the energy to think about other affairs was a huge blow to his dignity and self-esteem as a man.

Thus, Ernest came up with a idea. He deliberately gave her two heavy pounds.

"Oh!" Feeling the pain, Leah came back to her senses.

She looked at Ernest subconsciously. "What are you doing? It hurts!"

"If it doesn't hurt, how can you concentrate? What are you thinking about? Is there anything more attractive than me?" Ernest looked down at Leah, and his eyes were much sharper. Leah immediately shook her head in embarrassment. "No."

Ernest lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Be focused and cooperate with me, or I may lose interest, and I won't achieve an orgasm, then I won't stop until I achieve it. If it doesn't end, you may end up even more tired."

Sure enough, those threatening words were very effective.

Leah looked at him with her widened eyes and nodded in horror. "I'll cooperate. I'll play along with you. Please don't make it too long. I'm really worn out."

Only then did Ernest laugh. He lowered his head and stared deeply at her.

The two of them gazed at each other, and they never took their eyes off each other again.

After another half an hour, the lovemaking session was finally over.

By the time they lay down again, Leah felt enervated. All she wanted to do was sleep.

She wanted to sleep until dawn.

In a trance, she fell asleep. Following that, Ernest got up while glancing at the girl beside him. He went to the living room outside, opened his suitcase, took out his computer, turned it on and typed something on it.

That time, his movements were fast and he typed speedily. His slender fingers worked in an astonishingly nimble manner as he typed like a typist. His speed was amazing.

More than an hour later, he yawned, clenched his fist and put it near his lips. Then, he stretched and turned off the computer.

Next, he took out a phone from the suitcase, turned it on, and sent a message through Whatsapp before turning it off again.

Finishing all that, he packed up his suitcase, went back to the bedroom, and fell asleep with Leah in his arms.

Early in the next morning, Leah woke up in his arms. She tried to turn over, only to replace that her waist was restrained and she couldn't move at all.

Behind her, the man was holding her tightly. It was ridiculously warm.

She felt like she was burning and wanted to move, but she found out that her movement had completely triggered a physiological response in the man. Things had gone out of her control. "Whew, don't move," the man murmured.

Leah was speechless.

Detecting the stiffness of her body, he whispered in her ear, "Morning wood is just an instinctual reaction in the early morning. If you don't move, it won't do anything to you."