Chapter 119: Chapter 119 - Affection

[Margaret’s Perspective]

A hearty lovemaking session made me and Donald relax.

I lay on Donald. He was panting slightly as he stroked my hair behind me.

“Margaret…” Donald kissed the corner of my lips and called my name. His hot breath landed on my face, making my face itch. A numbing feeling ran through my body.

I put my lips to his face and kissed him intimately.

It was necessary to communicate our feelings in such a way after making love. There was no need for words. We could feel each other’s hearts as long as our bodies touched. He needed me, and I needed him. We were the only one for each other, the irreplaceable one in the world.

If I could, I would stay with Donald like this forever. I didn’t want to leave him. I felt incomparable satisfaction in Donald’s arms.

“I need to go. I have things to do,” Donald said softly.

I didn’t look up at him. I ran my lips down his neck and kissed his chest.

“You always have a lot on your plate,” I said a little desolately.

Donald sat me up in his arms. I straddled his lap. He smoothed my eyebrows with his fingers.

“Yeah, it’s not my call,” Donald said.

“Promise me you’ll come back early.”

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Donald smiled at me and said, “Is that all you want?”

“Can I ask for more?” I asked him.

“You can.” Donald grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. “Do you feel it? This heart is beating because of you. You can ask anything of it.”

My heart skipped a beat at Donald’s words.

When I looked up, I saw Donald’s affectionate gaze.

“Dear Miss Margaret, this evening, in honor of your discharge, would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?”

As he spoke, Donald extended a hand to me.

Donald’s offer sounded wonderful. It was like a date.

I put my hand gently on Donald’s and said, “My pleasure.”

Donald grinned and took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“It is my pleasure, my queen.”

Before Donald left, I was still staring at Donald’s body enviously. I was proud that I could have such a sexy man and felt pity that he had to put on clothes to cover his muscles that were like small hills.

Donald suddenly stopped putting on his clothes. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “If you continue to look like this, I can’t guarantee that our date tonight will go as scheduled. I think a more suitable venue might still be here.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’ll be back here after dinner anyway.”

“In that case, the former seems less important than the latter.”

I got out of bed and buttoned the last few buttons of his shirt.

Donald’s gentle gaze was fixed on me. After buttoning his shirt, I stood on tiptoes. Donald reached out and picked me up. Our lips touched.

“See you tonight,” I said.

“See you tonight.” Donald licked my lips and rubbed my butt with his hand before putting me down.

As I watched Donald leave, I maintained a smile and stood there for a long time.

I could leave the hospital. We had another date that night. How great was that?

What kind of clothes and shoes should I prepare? I wanted to show Donald my best side. This was our first official date. Everything should be perfect. This would become part of our beautiful collection of memories.

Should I prepare some kind of gift for Donald? We were progressing too quickly. There should be some ceremony for dates. Perhaps I should call Elizabeth over. She was very experienced in this area.

I sat thinking on the edge of the bed. I picked up my phone and saw the text bombardment Elizabeth had sent me earlier.

[Where did you and Lycan King go? Are you okay? What’s going on with that Angel?]

[I want to visit you. Give me a message when you see it.]

[Hurry up! Answer me! Message!]

I sighed and texted Elizabeth on my phone.

[I’m in the hospital’s original ward. We’ll meet in the dining room in the morning. I have something to ask you too.]

I had just sent the message when I heard a knock on the door outside the ward.

I looked at the door in confusion. I had just sent it out. Could it be that Elizabeth had already come to look for me? This was too fast. Or could it be that she couldn’t hold back and came to look for me before I replied?

She was being too rash. If Donald hadn’t left or if Donald and I were still doing something, was Elizabeth still planning to rush in and interrupt us?

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