Ahahahaha!Cain released me and held his stomach as he laughed so hard.
This was my first time seeing him laughed like there was no tomorrow. His laughter was like soothing melodies playing in my ears.
So even the cold man with a thousand-years-paralyze-face can laugh like this.
I didn"t mind doing something stupid or say something ridiculous just so I could see him laugh like this again.
"Leanna . . . I don"t care if you"re a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t or a s.a.d.i.s.t."
Cain collected his calm after a moment of losing his cool.
I felt his hand trembled, resting on my shoulders. He was still apparently trying to hold his laughter.
"If you"re going to be a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t, I"ll be your s.a.d.i.s.t. If you"re going to be a s.a.d.i.s.t, I"ll be your m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t."
He grabbed both of my hands and intertwined our fingers and kissed my forehead.
"Like this . . . we are perfect for each other."
I giggled.
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We lost ourselves in our moment, forgetting that little Pluffy was still stranded on the sofa –– whimpering. He gave up on trying to jump down as he contented to play dead instead.
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"Cain . . . Tell me why you were labeled as as.e.xual."
Cain"s fingers stopped caressing my hair.
After we took a bath, we turned off the lights and snuggled ourselves to bed. We were lying facing each other. My head resting on his chest, and my hand on his waist while his fingers stroked my hair as our legs intertwined, refusing to be apart.
"Hmm . . . I think it was at that time when my father became sick, and I was training to take over our business."
"How old were you at that time?"
"Fourteen."
I seized a gasped from escaping my mouth. I was a little uncomfortable and regretted asking the question weighing in my mind ever since the start of our relations.h.i.+p.
Cain chuckled and continued, "It wasn"t a secret that the Fay"s entire family fortune will rest on my shoulders in the future. Although father . . ." He paused briefly, seemingly thinking about his next words. ". . . has a brother . . . uncle Hardin is not married and doesn"t have an heir."
I noticed when Cain spoke of his family, his usual sharp tone turned mellow and soft. It was evident that he loves his family.
I couldn"t restrain a smile. It was rare to hear him speak so many words, so I let him. It was like a lullaby –– his voice. Soft and comforting.
"I don"t know how many times I was poisoned, drugged and schemed at, and women did most of it. If not for August, Russell"s father, I"d end up dead or lost everything to those scheming people. I develop a sense of disgust and loathing towards women ever since."
His voice was calm and flat, yet he couldn"t hide the bitterness in his tone.
. . .
. . .
I didn"t know what to say. I was not good with words, and I was clueless on how to comfort people.
"Then how did you even fell in love with me if you loathe women in the first place?" I said instead, trying to lighten the mood.
Cain held my chin and stared at me in all seriousness. "Your eyes."
As if being hypnotized, I couldn"t avert my gaze.