Chapter 306

In the darkness, there were two figures.

Layla was pinned down by Samuel on the bed. He supported himself with his hands, ensuring he didn't hurt her. Layla lay on the soft pillow, her first reaction being concern for his wound. Her eyes, wide with tension, she gazed at him confused.

"Don't be afraid. I just wanted to see you." Samuel's voice, low and gentle, echoed in the darkness, particularly moving. He released her lips, and Layla's heart raced as she asked, "Is your wound, okay?"

At this moment, her concern was his well-being. Samuel was moved, and he reassured her, "I'm fine." Only then did Layla accuse him, "What are you doing by my bed in the middle of the night? Do you want to scare me to death?"

"Sorry, I thought you wouldn't wake up."

"If I didn't wake up, what did you plan to do?" Layla asked. Samuel's eyes suddenly became a bit more ambiguous, and he flirtatiously said, "What do you think I would do?" His low, indulgent voice carried a hint of flirtation. Layla blushed, and her heart beat even faster. She pouted, "You're insane."

"Yes. I've long been crazy for you."

In the middle of the night, a man suddenly ran into her room and pinned her down on the bed. Layla felt that he was a bit crazy, no, more like... perverted.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I just wanted to watch you sleep, now I want... to sleep with you," he said, the last two words slowly leaving his sexy lips.

"You shameless." Layla resisted the urge to punch him and said, "Get off me, or I'll hit you. You're injured now, and you might not be able to beat me."

Samuel chuckled, "Will you really hit me?"

"Try me." Layla glared at him.

"I just want to hold you and sleep. I won't do anything."

Layla sneered, "Do you think I will believe that?"

"I'm injured. Even if I wanted to do something, I wouldn't be able to."

"I've never seen an injured person launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night," Layla said, annoyed. She regretted it. She should have left yesterday. He was almost recovered, and he was starting to act like a hooligan, launching a surprise attack.

"I really just wanted to see you. I didn't want you to leave..." Samuel softened his tone, sounding a bit pitiful. "I promise I won't do anything. If I have any inappropriate thoughts about you, you can... do whatever you want to me."

Layla rolled her eyes in the darkness, she wished she could just get rid of him. "I promise to just sleep, honestly."

"Why on earth should I agree to you sleeping next to me?"

"It's cold." Samuel gave a very reasonable reason. "We can keep each other warm."

"The blanket is warm enough. One more person would be too warm."

"I'm cold. You can warm me up." Samuel stopped arguing with her and, with his long arms and legs, managed to get close to her, pulling her into his arms. Layla's nose hit his chest, almost suffocating her. "You're suffocating me, Samuel."

"Sorry, I'm too hard. I mean... my chest muscles."

If Layla wasn't afraid of accidentally hitting his wound in the dark, she would have wanted to punch him. Being held tightly by him, afraid of hurting him with any movement, she could only swallow her anger, but he was acting like a hooligan, why should she care about his body?

It would serve him right if his wound opened up. Although she was resentful, Layla stopped struggling. "Relax. You're too tense," Samuel said softly. "How would you feel if someone suddenly broke into your room in the middle of the night?" Layla snorted.

"If it were you, I'd be happy." Layla just wanted to kick him off the bed. "Layla, please believe me. I have absolutely no evil intentions toward you. I just want to hold you quietly. For me, this kind of embrace is too precious. I'm like someone who has been walking in the desert and darkness for a long time."

Layla bit her lip, her heart's waves surging. Did he think sweet talk was enough? However, she couldn't deny that she was moved. "My body seems to be sick, and only you can cure it.

"Do you still remember? At first, you hated it when I held you to sleep, but later you liked to act coquettish in my arms. Sometimes you would pester me to tell you stories. I said you were childish, and you playfully said that if I didn't tell you a story, you wouldn't sleep."

Why did the sweetness of the past sound so distant and unreal to Layla, as if it never happened? Layla smiled bitterly. At that time, she loved him so easily, like a carefree little girl in front of him, childishly asking him to tell her a story. He always showed an evil smile to tease her, "Since you can't sleep, why not do something more meaningful than telling a story?" She blushed and got up to hit him. It seemed a lifetime ago. "You said my embrace is the safest place in the world, your harbor, and that you wanted to dock there for the rest of your life." Samuel gently held her hand. She trembled, unable to pull it out. She was human, and she had feelings.

"Layla... I'm very lucky to have met you. You're the first woman I've ever loved. How could I bear to let go of someone as wonderful as you?" Layla's throat was sore. Listening to such words in the middle of the night, she was too easily moved.

Layla only felt his breath getting closer and closer, his handsome features filling her entire field of vision, the light and shadow outlining his silhouette, so deep and so affectionate. His long eyelashes drooped, he stared at her lips, and he kissed her slowly. Their lips met. Her lips were slightly cool, while his lips were hot, like the trembling of butterfly wings, causing an incredible tremor. He held her moist lips, delicately outlining them. Her tears fell slowly. This kiss was so long and deep, as if they kissed into each other's souls, making Layla's heart hurt.

Why was their love so exhausting? She was really tired. "Don't cry." Samuel let go of her lips, his fingertips wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. He smiled. "My girl is the most beautiful when she smiles."

"What should we do? Samuel, what should we do?" Layla's emotions completely collapsed in this kiss. She cried, tears streaming down her face as if she was completely venting all her grievances in this kiss. Sobbing, she was at a loss...

"What should we do?

"I don't know... I really don't know...

"I'm tired of giving up on my feelings, tired of resisting you, tired of insisting on my own. I don't know how long I can hold on. Every second, I force myself not to collapse, but every second, I'm about to collapse. I hate myself for falling in love with you. Why do I still love you so deeply?"