Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 14 Love Bites

Melody regarded him with wide almond–shaped eyes, displaying no hint of embarrassment at her playful antics.

Rubbing her eyes, she rose to prepare for her morning ablutions. The prolonged sitting had left her feet numb, prompting an instinctive leap onto the bed.

Edward’s firm palms swiftly supported her delicate waist as she rose, his brow furrowing slightly as he remarked, “You’re quite the young trickster, aren’t you?”

His suspicions of her remained intact.

Melody nestled into his embrace, her supple form melding against his sturdy frame.

Edward tensed at her closeness, his grip on her waist tightening unconsciously.

A mischievous spark ignited within Melody as she leaned in to nibble at his neck, her tone playful and teasing. “Mr. Moore, we’re just beginning. I have many more tricks up my sleeve.”

“I assure you, each one will render you powerless!”

Her grin stretched from ear to ear, a blend of allure and defiance in her demeanor.

Edward’s eyes widened in alarm, a fleeting uncertainty flickering in their depths. The slight discomfort and numbness from her bite monopolized his thoughts.

Melody’s bold, seductive words lingered in his mind, darkening his expression visibly.

Abruptly releasing her, he pushed her away, causing her to tumble onto the carpet.

Her almond–shaped eyes met his, a hint of reproach in their depths.

“You’re my husband. I can hug and nibble without drawing blood.”

“Besides, Mr. Moore, did you not feel it?”

“I felt your reaction when I nibbled.”

Though subtle, he did feel a response.

His long, dormant senses seemed stirred by Melody’s touch, a sensation both unsettling and unfamiliar.

Yet, he acknowledged her medical expertise, deeming valuable.

Atinge of embarrassment crossed Edward’s features as he retrieved a card from the bedside table, extending it to Melody. “As a member of the Moore Family, you mustn’t dress poorly. People may misconstrue it as mistreatment.”

Melody accepted the card, her eyes alight with curiosity. “Is this your supplementary card? Can I use it freely?”

In her previous life, she had never availed herself of Edward’s wealth. But in this life, determined to win him over, she resolved to spend his money unreservedly.

“You’re mistaken.”

“There’s a monthly limit of one million.”

Edward’s gaze was frosty, silently implying. “Though small in stature, your appetite is grand”

Melody chuckled nervously. Mr. Moore was certainly deceptive!

Aren’t wives of big shots given both a supplementary card and a black card?

Following her usual routine order, Melody departed.

Seated in his wheelchair, Edward watched her leave through the panoramic window on the second floor.

With her hair tied in a high ponytail, clad in a white t–shirt and fitted jeans, and sporting sneakers, she exuded an air of youthful confidence.

It was the epitome of youthfulness and vitality.

After Melody’s departure, Edward reached to touch the scar extending from his eye to his jawline.

Bernard, his ever–watchful aide, appeared silently, admiring Edward’s flawless countenance.

Mr. Moore, akin to a radiant sun god, was beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

Edward paused his idle play with a walnut, turning to Bernard. “How is the progress of our Middle Eastern trade?”

Following a discussion of business matters, Edward paused once more, querying, ‘Has Melody utilized the supplementary card?”

Though he had provided her with a supplementary card, he had intentionally imposed a limit.

Bernard, taken aback, noted the row of small pink marks adorning Edward’s neck.

Oh no! Had Mr. Moore and his wife shared a passionate night

Though moments of intimacy were permissible, duty always took precedence.

Getting back into his working mindset, Bernard hurriedly consulted his phone, attempting to conceal the flush creeping up his neck.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Edward raised an eyebrow, prompting Bernard to continue.

“Mr. Moore, your wife just transferred fifty thousand to eighteen male college s dents…”

Wow, with a million–dollar limit, she had spent ninety thousand within minutes!

Madam, a daring wildcat indeed, leaving bite marks on Mr. Moore’s neck!