Chapter 322 Seduced your son
“She’s from the countryside, an orphan, and penniless! So, she actively seduced your son, made him fall for her, and then, step by step, she wants to marry him to gradually chip away at the Hudson family’s fortune!”
Cynthia’s lips trembled. “Darla, do you dare guarantee that what you’re saying is true, with absolutely no lies?”
Darla spoke with absolute certainty, “I guarantee it!”
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At the moment, Alana was still unaware that Darla was slandering her in front of her future mother-in-law.
She and Stephan had just returned home from the hospital.
Stephan eagerly pulled out the outfit he’d prepared long ago, a black, sheer, spaghetti-strap nightgown, and handed it to Alana. “Put it on.”
Alana blinked.
It caught her off guard.
Seeing this barely-covered garment, light as a feather and made of barely any fabric, Alana felt a deep-seated reluctance to wear it.
Her face flushed. “I haven’t taken a shower yet. Isn’t it a bit too soon to put this on?”
Stephan raised an eyebrow. “It’s fine. We’ll be dancing anyway, so we’ll work up a sweat.”
Alana was stunned.
Stephan moved closer to Alana. His long fingers slowly circled around her back, hooked the zipper of her dress, and began to unzip it.
“It seems, my little darling, you’re letting me change you myself.”
Alana felt the man’s strong fingers teasing her back; it was as if she’d been zapped by electricity, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her.
Her breathing grew ragged as she pressed her hands weakly against his chest. “No, I’ll do it myself.”
Stephan drew closer to her, his thin lips enveloping her delicate earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
“What can I say? I prefer doing it myself, it makes me feel more involved.”
Before she could react, there was a tearing sound.
He had zipped her dress right down.
A chill ran over her body as her skirt fell to the floor... He effortlessly undid the buttons of her bra as well.
Alana instinctively covered her chest with her hands.
A magnetic, low chuckle reached her ears.
“Don’t cover up. Let me feast my eyes.”
Alana blushed so fiercely her whole body felt hot, her skin as soft and pink as a rosebud, exquisitely delicate and alluring.
Stephan’s gaze on her grew increasingly intense. “Already shy? Later, you’ll have to put on a skirt and dance for me properly.”
Alana was utterly flustered. “Can we... hurry up?”
Stephan chuckled softly again, then leaned down and kissed Alana’s lips. Yet his hands never stopped moving.
Alana put on that revealing dress.
The black lace strapless dress clung tightly to her snow-white, jade-like skin, perfectly accentuating her figure.
Her skin was as smooth as cream, and the sheer black fabric made it appear even more fair, tender, and delicate.
Her figure was slender and exquisitely proportioned.
Her legs were long and fair, her waist was slender enough to fit in one hand, and even her chest... seemed ready to burst forth!
This mouth-watering, sensual sight, exposed before the man’s eyes, made his eyes redden with arousal.
His voice was low and hoarse. “Quick, just like that, dance for me. Make it a little more seductive.”
He dared not imagine how vivid and arousing it would be to see her supple body moving before him.
Alana didn’t dance; instead, she pounced on the man, knocking him onto the bed. She cupped his handsome face and leaned down to kiss his lips.
She had no intention of dancing for him dressed like that, it was too shameful.
To stop him from getting any more lewd, she kissed him forcefully, silencing him.
Stephan was thrilled by Alana’s forceful kiss.
Holding her close, he rolled around on the bed twice while kissing her.
They rolled to the center of the bed.
Alana finally managed to pull her lips away from his.
She was sitting on top of him.
Stephan lay beneath her, his eyes burning as he admired her graceful, alluring figure. His long fingers cupped her waist, preventing her from sliding down, a wicked, mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Sweetheart...”
As the man spoke, his body gave a sudden, forceful...
Alana’s body trembled instantly; her hands instinctively braced against his chest, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
Stephan chuckled softly, “Baby, why are you so soft?”
Alana’s eyes glistened with tears. “Stephan, you... could you hurry up, please?”
He was going to wear her out.
“I can’t go any faster. I want to savor this slowly.”
Alana couldn’t stand it anymore. She lowered her head and bit down on his sharp, protruding Adam’s apple...
Stephan breathed deeply, closing his eyes to savor the moment.
Then he rolled over, pinned her beneath him, and began tonight’s training session...
That night, Alana and Stephan went all the way together. They tried nearly every position, one after another.
Alana was nearly dehydrated, her body sticky and clammy with sweat.
Though most of it was actually Stephan’s sweat.
The black spaghetti-strap nightgown he’d put on her now lay forlornly on the floor, torn to shreds.
Stephan pressed his chest against her bare back, his thin lips resting against the tender hollow of her neck.
“Baby, you really are made of honey.”
His warm breath brushed against the nape of her neck, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her.
She tried to pull away slightly, but when she couldn’t escape, she pushed him gently.
“Take me to the shower.”
Stephan curved his lips. “As you wish, my dear wife.”
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The next day. As usual, Stephan woke up first.
He looked at the person still fast asleep in his arms, leaned down and kissed her cheek tenderly, then gently released her, pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.
The girl sleeping soundly in bed sensed the warm presence beside her had vanished.
She furrowed her pretty brows, let out a soft whimper, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
Seeing this, Stephan smiled fondly.
His girlfriend was truly adorable.
The man got dressed, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for Alana.
He didn’t used to like making breakfast; he found it a hassle.
But ever since Alana told him she liked the breakfast he made, he felt he had to
prepare it for her every day, no matter what.
Only when he was too busy to find the time would he arrange for a part-time helper to come and make it.
The steaming hot breakfast was just ready. He ate one portion and was about to head to work.
But just as he opened the door, he saw Cynthia standing there.
Even Stephan, who had seen it all and remained unfazed by life’s ups and downs, paled at the sight.
“Mom?!”
Cynthia stood outside the door, a serious expression on her face.
“Just got up?”
“No, I’ve been up for a while.” He paused. “Wait, Mom, what are you doing here all of a sudden?”
“I came over because I naturally have something to discuss with you.”
“Just spit it out.”
“Aren’t you going to let me come in and sit down?”
Stephan paused for a moment, then stepped aside to make way. “Come in.”
Cynthia immediately strode into the living room with complete confidence.
She instinctively looked around; a woman’s intuition told her there were signs of another woman living here.
For instance, the two cute-looking throw pillows on the sofa. A vase on the coffee table held a bouquet of roses.
Most conspicuous of all was the shoe rack, which actually held several pairs of women’s sneakers and sandals...
Could these all be the female cleaning lady’s shoes?
Shouldn’t the cleaning lady’s shoes consist of nothing more than a pair of women’s slippers?