Contract marriage: Her Obsession with my manhood

"Let's go to the hospital." She lifted him, grasping his waist, and laid his hand over her shoulder before going downstairs. Her feet didn't even pass the fourth stair; she was breathless. Steven couldn't catch a sight of her with his weary eyes.

She dropped him down on the floor and stored her dress's bottom part, which was making it difficult for her to walk. After that, she made him stand up like earlier and went inside the elevator quickly.

She looked up at his hanging face, which worsened her anxiety. "Please, Steven. Please stay." She pleaded with teary eyes, strung out, switching her look at the floor numbers.

"I'm leaving!" Abby informed Annie without even giving a glance. She kept walking towards the exit.

Clara put Steven in the front passenger seat. Making his head lean back on the seat tenderly, she fastened the seatbelt and rushed to the driver's seat. Yet her throbbing heart faced calm.

After admitting him to the emergency room, she called Levi with shivering hands and her flustering lips. Informed, "Mr. Steven is hospitalized."

Inside the emergency ward, they treated his wound as soon as possible.

One hour later, Clara's tears went dry, and her concerned eyes fixed on the emergency room's door.

Levi went inside first. Following him, Clara went in.

"Where is Abby?" Was the first question Steven could worry about.

"I–I don't know, sir." Levi stammered in guilt.

Steven sighed and got off the bed, plucking the drips.

Clara clutched his hand softly but firmly and stopped him from unplucking it; additionally, she earned his instant glare. However, he replaced it with a smooth one with just a blink.

"Look at your wounds. It didn't heal yet." Clara notified him.

It will if I meet her once, he thought, but his blank sight was on Clara's sorrow-dripping eyeball.

"She's right. The doctor told you to take a rest." Levi adjoined. Confusion edged Levi when he watched Steven and Clara's eyes look at each other for a long time. So he went quiet.

"Take your hand back," Steven told her in a low, soft voice.

"No," she replied shortly, and that flushed out assurance.

Steven's glance dropped to his wounded hand, which had stopped bleeding but hurt internally, making his nerves worse. It will take time, and I can't sleep well if this pain keeps all night. He thought, looking out the night sky through the window.

Abby stepped inside the house, but her feet hesitated to touch the floor, and she halted right there, placing a sceptical glance at the floor as Steven's voice reverberated inside her head, "It won't heal without you."

She looked back, lost for words, glimpsing Steven's glossy, energyless gaze in proximity to her face.

At the emergency room, he left Clara and Levi to be frozen.

She swallowed to ease her drumbing chest. Unfortunately, it aroused when his wounded hand cupped her chin and those longing eyes, which melted her heart to go along with him.

"This is not a sexual kiss, Abby. Please don't push me away." He pleaded with the sick voice as he felt a pickling feeling from his wounds.

She veered around facing him as he climbed up, taking one step upstairs. Her eyeballs looked up at him, following his eyeball.

"It's a dragon," she gawped, witnessing his eyeball turning blue. His blink didn't seem normal; it was like a dragon's. Yes! His whole eye muscle made a way for it.

He then gently laid his lips over hers, causing goosebumps all over Abby's body since Abby felt a sudden chill approach with her heated lips. She drifted her lips apart, letting his lower lips in.

Perceiving the smoothest sensual, she closed her eyes. He began to suck her wetness in her tongue, caressing her inner lips internally with his. While all the emotions he felt were healing only, Abby was drenched with sexual desire, kneading her feet together.

Spreading her palm as much as it exposed with nerves hating to land it on his, she opened her eyes only to find Steven's spontaneously shining face that even scrutinized her eyes right away. What was that? She asked herself while her saliva was soaked up by Steven's fabulously twirling tongue.

That sent a shiver down her spine, wobbled her pelvis, and caused her thigh to lose balance. So she ended up sliding down from his clutch. Steven exhaled, swallowing her saliva that healed his palm whole.

Suddenly, she felt her head spinning.

Steven squatted in front of her and extended his arms, offering his palm to be her pillow.

The next day.

A vehement slap printed fingers traced on Steven's cheek while he was standing half naked in his room with the towel.

Steven Clenched his arms tightly, grinding his teeth, folding his anger inside.

"Don't even think about using me!" Abby roared, flashing fuming eyes.

He met that, initiating firmly, "You are the one who caused that!"

"But you are the one who forced me to kiss," Abby growled competitively.

Steven folded his furious into his fist and breathed out the hot air, dictating, "So you are okay with strangers?"

"Whether it's strangers or close friends, you have no right to ask that!" Abby reprimanded.

"If it ends up like what I say, you should be punished for talking back at me now," Steven warned her beforehand. His voice elaborated his seriousness and the assurance.

"Who are you to punish me?" She raged.

"I'm your husband!" He affirmed with the confidence that fired her stomach. Leaving her boiling with fury, he went inside his dressing room without minding her.