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Only then did Madeleine vaguely remember her promise, but\u00a0<\/p>\n
right now, she didn\u2019t want to leave this warm embrace at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shook her head gently, burying her face in the crook of his\u00a0<\/p>\n
neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick chuckled lowly, holding her even tighter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like I won.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His kisses fell again, this time deeper, more passionate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine responded, her fingers tangling in his hair, feeling\u00a0<\/p>\n
the soft strands slip through them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As the night deepened, the only sounds in the room were their\u00a0<\/p>\n
intertwined breaths and the occasional soft noise that escaped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine had long since forgotten her earlier promise. Right\u00a0<\/p>\n
now, she only wanted to sink into this warm ocean, rising and\u00a0<\/p>\n
falling with his rhythm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick\u2019s movements were always gentle and restrained,\u00a0<\/p>\n
every touch just right, purposeful without making her feel the\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281\u00a0<\/p>\n
slightest bit uncomfortable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He knew all her sensitive spots, how to make her relax, how to\u00a0<\/p>\n
bring her pleasure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When the final moment came, Madeleine held him tightly,\u00a0<\/p>\n
burying her face in his shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick lightly kissed her forehead, whispering soothingly until\u00a0<\/p>\n
she slowly calmed down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u0f54\u00a0<\/p>\n
Afterward, the two lay in each other\u2019s arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine rested in his arms, her body so limp she didn\u2019t even\u00a0<\/p>\n
have the strength to lift a hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat time is it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She asked softly, her voice still tinged with languor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick glanced at the clock on the nightstand. \u201cIt\u2019s still early.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our son is sound asleep.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine sighed softly. \u201cI promised I\u2019d be with him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll take care of it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He bent down, kissed Madeleine\u2019s cheek, and carried her to the\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281.\u00a0<\/p>\n
bathroom to clean up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine was so exhausted she ended up falling asleep on his\u00a0<\/p>\n
shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick felt a bit helpless as he carefully carried her to the\u00a0<\/p>\n
child\u2019s room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kevin was still fast asleep, contentedly hugging a doll, probably\u00a0<\/p>\n
mistaking it for his mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick took the doll away and placed Madeleine beside him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou little rascal.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He murmured, stroking his son\u2019s cheek, a smile tugging at his\u00a0<\/p>\n
lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The next day, at the hospital.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley had been in surgery all night and on duty until early\u00a0<\/p>\n
morning; the sun was already out when he got off work.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His work was half the reason he could suppress his emotional\u00a0<\/p>\n
pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sometimes he really felt that being a doctor was an inhuman job.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But after pulling a patient back from the brink of death, Bradley felt that being an inhuman doctor was pretty good too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After changing out of his white coat, he took his phone from his locker, and upon unlocking it, thought he was seeing things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte had actually sent him a message!\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when he tapped on it, Bradley frowned in confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Where was the message?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why was it retracted?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Several of them, too\u00a0<\/p>\n
The exhaustion from a sleepless night seemed to vanish in an\u00a0<\/p>\n
instant. He glanced at the time; the message had been sent in\u00a0<\/p>\n
the middle of last night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He held his phone, his expression grim as he started typing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
?\u00a0<\/p>\n
What did you send? Why did you delete it?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281\u00a0<\/p>\n
What did you send?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte, answer me!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, a few of Bradley\u2019s interns came in to submit their\u00a0<\/p>\n
reports, but froze at the door when they saw his grim\u00a0<\/p>\n
expression, too scared to enter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Is Dr. Kline not in?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is, but Dr. Kline must have a really tough patient. Look at\u00a0<\/p>\n
him, he looks awful.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMy god, a patient even Dr. Kline finds tough\u2026 they must be at\u00a0<\/p>\n
the gates of Hell\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that moment, the one at the gates of Hell was probably\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With no reply from Charlotte and his calls not going through,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley pressed his brow, a heavy feeling in his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gritted his teeth and called Roderick.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick had just woken up. Last night, after carrying Madeleine back to their son\u2019s side, he had lingered, watching\u00a0<\/p>\n
them reluctantly for a while.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the little guy\u2019s bed was too small. If he had tried to sleep\u00a0<\/p>\n
beside them, he might have crowded the mother and son.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had sighed and returned to his own room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing the call was from Bradley, Roderick, for once, wasn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
annoyed at being woken up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course, that was thanks to Bradley\u2019s gift, which had been\u00a0<\/p>\n
exactly what he wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCharlotte\u2019s address.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The call connected, and Bradley\u2019s voice came through, as cold\u00a0<\/p>\n
as ice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick sat up in bed and tsked. \u201cWhat, am I your private\u00a0<\/p>\n
investigator now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCut the crap. I owe you one.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGot it. I\u2019ll send it in ten minutes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFive minutes!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley didn\u2019t have that kind of patience.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was burning with anxiety, his mind racing, wondering if\u00a0<\/p>\n
something had happened to Charlotte.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He could, of course, find Charlotte\u2019s address himself, but\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick had better connections and resources, so he\u2019d be\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n
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