Chapter 438

James silently admired Layla, while Samuel was clearly lost in the warm atmosphere, thinking only of love and not of work.

"Alright, I'll listen to you," Samuel said with a gentle smile, still holding Layla with one arm, unwilling to let go, while using the other hand to take the document. He kissed her on the forehead before opening the file.

James felt a pang of self-pity. He wished he could hug his skinny self tightly.

After glancing at the contract, Samuel signed his bold and powerful name.

"Honey, your hands are so beautiful, and your handwriting is too," Layla's eyes sparkled. When her emotions were at their peak, everything about him seemed to shine in her eyes. Moreover, Samuel was already a person who shone, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to praise him with the most extravagant words in the world.

"Like my handwriting? How about I sign your name for you?"

"Sign my name?" Layla looked at him in confusion. Samuel gave a devilish smile and whispered softly in her ear, "Sign it on your chest, you are mine."

Was she his... little slave?

Layla shivered with excitement.

"You're so annoying," Layla's small fists pounded on his chest, her face flushed.

Samuel had a mischievous smile on his face.

James thought, 'Yeah, you guys really don't need to worry about me, just pretend I don't exist.' Then he grabbed the files and left.

Layla blushed and said coyly, "Why are you teasing me in front of James? It's so embarrassing."

Layla's charming face, full of life and color, stirred Samuel's heart, making it itch.

His gaze deepened.

Samuel tempted. "Are you happy?"

"Yep, sure Layla nodded like a pecking chick.

"Do you want to be even happier?"

Layla was about to nod when she suddenly saw the evil glint in his eyes and immediately shrank her neck in shyness, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to make you happy."

"You see, making up is a happy thing. Shouldn't we do something even happier to celebrate?"

Samuel continued to coax, his low, husky voice extremely seductive. Layla, the little rabbit, had no way to resist the big bad wolf's temptation.

In his arms, she had curled up into a small ball, her neck shrinking, her face flushed.

Samuel lifted her chin. "Baby, you look so cute when you blush."

Not giving her a chance to speak, he covered her soft lips. Layla's small hands clutched his shoulders tightly, stimulating him to kiss her even deeper.

Layla was so petite and cute, so shy, that he wanted to swallow her whole. Thinking of this, his actions became more intense until she couldn't breathe and made a sound. Only then did he let go, grinding his teeth. "It's all your fault for being too cute, little elf."

Layla's whole body softened like water.

Samuel was the true elf, stunningly captivating her soul, enchanting her completely, and causing her to fall head over heels for his looks.

Breathing so close, intertwined, Layla was intoxicated by his teasing.

"Then you... be gentle." After saying this, she became even more shy.

Samuel raised an eyebrow and teased, "This is a hospital, is it okay?"

Layla stammered, "With, with the door closed... it should be okay..."

"Will it be more exciting for you in the hospital, baby?"

"Don't ask such questions, it's so perverted," Layla mumbled, her ears burning.

"So baby likes perverted things."

"You're so annoying," Layla said, not really feeling the excitement Samuel was trying to stir up. She pinched his mouth. "Don't say that!"

Samuel surprised her by kissing her fingers, sucking them into his mouth.

Layla gasped and trembled. This was too much, especially with the way he was looking at her. She felt like she was melting.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Samuel held on, kissing her fingers like they were some rare treasure.

Layla's fingertips trembled. She closed her eyes, waiting for his next move.

But Samuel just chuckled softly.

She opened her eyes, confused, and saw his teasing gaze.

"Even though I know you really want to, baby, your body can't handle it right now, so you'll have to bear with it."

Why did she have to hold back? It was clearly his trick.

Damn, he was teasing her.

Layla angrily tried to punch him with her small fists. "Who wants it? It's clearly you who wants it."

"Of course I want it too," Samuel said, holding her small fist, his gaze burning. "But it's a special time..."

"Alright, stop talking, I don't want it," Layla pouted. "You're so annoying."

"Don't hug me, let go, it's hot."

"Even if we can't do it, kissing and hugging are still okay," Samuel said, kissing her face.

Layla squirmed in his arms, twisting and turning. "Who wants to kiss and hug you? I'm going to sleep, don't touch me."

"Spoiled little girl," Samuel tapped her cute little nose.

Layla was unhappy. "Who's spoiled? Don't be so full of yourself, I'm not spoiled with you."

Layla, losing her dignity, looked displeased.

"Alright, I was wrong. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, okay?"

"I don't want your compensation, I'm ignoring you."

"Pay attention to me, or my heart will break." Samuel coaxed for a long time before Layla finally couldn't help but smile.

"Fine, I'm a generous person, I won't bother being angry with you."

"Mm-hmm. Baby is the best."

"Of course," Layla leaned sweetly in his strong arms, breathing in his scent.

It was so good to be able to hold each other tightly again.

Although arguments sometimes enhance feelings, Layla still preferred to hold each other sweetly like this, enjoying the tranquility.

Breathing intertwined, their fates also became more tightly entwined, inseparable.

A gentle low laugh came from above. "I really want to hold you like this until the end of the world."

Yes, if only it could be like that.

But experiencing different stages of life with him, having children, and grandchildren, was also a kind of happiness. As long as he was by her side, Layla couldn't wait to start the future.

She couldn't help but confess, "Samuel, I like you, I like you very much."

"Stealing my lines?" Samuel teased.

"Who's stealing your lines? These are clearly my lines."

"My words are simple: I love you deeply. Sometimes my possessiveness harms you irrationally. I promise to strive for better control, granting you more freedom. Our bond should not be about ownership, but about your ease, freedom, and happiness."

Layla's nose tingled, "You're so good. Thank you for your understanding. Being with you is already the greatest happiness of my life."

Night fell, and deeply in love, they fell asleep in each other's arms.