Separation

Turns out he'd noticed every peek I'd made, he just hadn't revealed it.

Damn, what's with his vigilance!

At this point, like a voyeur caught red-handed, I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I could only hang my head sheepishly.

"What? Feeling weak?" Orlando clearly didn't want to make it easy for me to muddle through.

I took a deep breath and gathered the courage to look up and meet his eyes. "Yes, I'm being fainthearted," I said seriously.

The next second, Orlando's low chuckle filled the carriage.

"What are you laughing at? No laughing!" I warned him fiercely as I tightened my brow.

I swear there has never been a moment when I was as embarrassed as I am now, and I can't wait to run away from this man immediately.

But just as I finished, Orlando suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me into his arms, followed by a precise kiss on his lips ...

I was completely frozen, wide-eyed, and unsure of what to do but tugged tightly at his collar.

"Keep your eyes closed." Orlando reminded me as he left my lips.

Instinctively, I tried to refuse him, but because he was so strong, confining me tightly in his arms, there was no way to break free.

His dominance didn't even give me a chance to say no, and all I could do was relax and do my best to go along with him.

But my eyes caught a glimpse of the driver still sitting in the front in the rearview mirror and couldn't resist reminding him, "Orlando ... there's someone else in front ..."

In such a private space, I don't want to kiss next to someone watching.

Orlando paused for a second, reached out, and pressed a button next to him, and a flap rose up in front, turning the trunk into a private space.

After completely blocking the driver's view, Orlando forcefully deepened the kiss, his tongue wrapping around mine in a dominant yet gentle kiss that had me damned hooked.

Only a moment into the kiss, my body felt like a gentle puddle, leaning right into Orlando's arms.

The lights in the car were somewhat dim, with only the occasional warm yellow streetlight from the road shining on us, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

I don't know how long it took, but Orlando's tense body gradually relaxed, and his lips that were kissing me gradually loosened.

He rested his head on my shoulder, breathing slightly sharply, "I'm, in advance of my husband's duties."

I froze briefly for a few seconds, reacting before I realized what he was talking about.

I stared at him, my cheeks swelling red, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Orlando's gaze at me suddenly became darker, with some dangerous light bubbling inside.

I craned my neck in some fear and instead of speaking, he bit me right on the collarbone.

"Ouch!" I frowned and pushed him away.

The excitement of the pain brought tears to my eyes instantly and I looked at him accusingly.

But instead of apologizing, Orlando laughed lowly.

"Okay, next time I'll try to be a little lighter."

His tone was gentle as if he was coaxing a five-year-old girl.

But his words made me uncomfortably nervous.

Although I knew that sooner or later, I would need to fulfill the obligations expected of a wife to him, such as regular sex.

But it's still moving a little too fast for me right now. The main thing is that I'm not quite ready.

Orlando seemed to read my thoughts as he offered to kiss my cheek and said, "It's okay, I can give you time to get ready."

I knew that Orlando was not only a man but a single man with certain physical needs.

But his upbringing must not have allowed him to force me, and he was willing to give me time to prepare myself mentally.

After feeling Orlando's thoughtfulness, I said with some embarrassment, "Thank you, Orlando."

In fact, when I took Orlando's million, I knew this day would come.

It's just that after that, neither Orlando nor I ever actively brought it up again, so much so that I ignored my real relationship with Orlando.

"But I'll only give you half a month to prepare," Orlando added suddenly.

I nodded sheepishly, "Yeah, I know."

Orlando can give me time, but that doesn't mean he'll always be patient with me.

A brief silence ensued between Orlando and me.

I turned my head to look out the window in disbelief. It was dark outside the window at the moment, with only the occasional light shining in.

Those lights were sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if I was in a mood at the moment, sometimes apprehensive, sometimes nervous, and difficult to calm down.

Suddenly, Orlando's voice rang in my ears again, "This weekend, move your bags to my house and I'll send you the address."

I looked over at him in surprise, not knowing how to respond.

" Elizabeth, I didn't get married to you with the intention of separating." He looked at me teasingly.

I didn't answer right away, but he seemed a little less patient.

"Or ... are you going to let me move to a hospital dorm?" He added.

"No, it's not ...," I said immediately, shaking my head in a panic, "I'm going to go back to my dorm and pack my bags right away and move to your house for the weekend."

If Orlando and I become legally married, technically, my entire being belongs to him, including my body.

So, I'm not opposed to us living together, it's the couples not living together that is the problem.