Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 60: Stay Still

Anne seemed to think she was talking to someone, but she couldn’t remember who.

Later on, she felt as if her body had become as light as air, like someone floating, yet not entirely because something sturdy was supporting her.

And then the feeling of floating through the air vanished as she seemed to have landed on a very soft and comfortable surface, with something warm and secure even covering up her body.

She let out a happy sigh and snuggled deeper into that comfort, but after quite some time something seemed to occupy the space next to her.

She frowned.

That something was large and immovable, almost like a rock because she’d tried pushing it, but it just wouldn’t budge.

She wondered why it was trying to share this soft and comfortable surface with her, hence she kicked it and seemed to hear a groan.

Why was that thing making a sound?

Was it a someone?

Even more reason for her to kick the person away. How dare they come this close to her when she was getting comfortable?

This time, she put more strength and kicked. Another groan sounded, followed by an annoyed hiss.

The person or thing next to her seemed to have become alert. The next time she tried to kick them away, they grabbed her leg. Before Anne could do anything about it, she was tugged into the person’s strong embrace.

This person smelled of deep musk and the whiskey she’d had earlier.

For some reason, this smell reminded her of a certain grumpy face.

That constantly angry Andrew Sterling who went around acting like the whole world owed him five hundred bucks.

No, more like five thousand.

Her leg, which was responsible for the kicking, was pinned down by the said of the person next to her, with what felt like their own legs splayed over her own, keeping her in place.

This person’s chest was rigid. She boldly trailed her hands down a sleek, hard chest with strong abs that could grate cheese finely.

She thought about pressing this person down and actually grating cheese with their abs, and the thought made a giggle escape her lips.

Perhaps she was too engrossed in feeling that person’s chest that she didn’t notice how the person seemed to shiver at her touch until something rigidly hard began to poke against her stomach.

Hmm?

What was that thing?

Why did it feel like a stick?

But then why would there be a stick on a person’s body?

No, not just any person. That arrogant Andrew’s body.

It smelled so much like him.

She suddenly seemed to realize, making her giggle in a silly manner again.

She knew what it was.

It was a magic wand. That arrogant Andrew used this wand to repel people because he’s so grumpy and hates having people anywhere around him.

At least he hates her, that much she was certain of. From how he would scowl at her, glare at her, or nonchalantly look at her as if her existence was annoying to him.

Without realizing it, despite her head being settled against the person’s chest, she began to unconsciously perform an impression of him, saying,

"Get out!" She did it seriously, even trying to mimic his strict expression despite her eyes still being closed.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

His brows would be pulled tightly together, and his face would hold a frightening-looking scowl as he would growl, "Get out!"

"Pfft!" She burst into laughter after thinking she did it right, not knowing that this person was currently looking down at every expression she was performing with her eyes closed.

But... that magic wand was becoming quite annoying. It kept poking and poking at her. It almost felt like it was getting larger and larger by the minute.

Was it trying to repel her away?

Hmph! Who told the jerk Sterling to come and lay next to her?

She was very sure he would have a scowl on his face right now.

She didn’t want to see it, and she certainly didn’t want to see his frowny face.

She knew what to do.

She would borrow that wand... no, steal it, and she would use it to repel him away.

Anne giggled again.

She imagined him being blasted away by pink lights coming out of the wand and chuckled happily.

No, pink?

Tsk, pink lights wouldn’t come out of Andrew Sterling’s wand. What color suited him the most?

An image of him dressed in tailored black suits came to mind, and she decided, changing the imagination to black magical lights coming from the said wand, blasting Andrew Sterling and his frowny face away.

After making her plan, she instantly decided to take action... who would have thought, immediately she reached down and grabbed the wand, the person next to her go completely stiff and suck in a sharp breath, then try to push her hand away.

Ah! She knew what he was doing. He was trying to stop her from stealing his wand.

No way, she had set her mind on using this wand, and she would steal it away.

Hence she struggled against him, holding the wand tightly, but...

Why did it feel like this wand was concealed inside a layer of clothes?

Ah, it was inside his pocket.

His hand came again, trying to pry her own off his wand, but she held tightly.

No way would she let him win this time.

She gripped it tighter, hearing a tortured groan escape the man, and took that chance to pull at that layer of clothes concealing the wand.

She dug her hand into that layer of clothes and felt all around until...

Aha! She grabbed the wand.

She held it really tight, feeling the man trying to pry her fingers off, and tugged, but the wand didn’t come off.

Huh?

Weird, why did the wand feel like it was attached?

And...

She felt around it, even dug her other hand in to feel it more.

She heard the man spit out a curse and reach to pry her fingers individually off it.

"Tsk, stay still. I’m trying to get the wand!" she muttered, feeling annoyed that he kept interrupting her.

By the way, this wand was quite huge, it filled her palm completely. And it felt somewhat...

Tsk, what was wrong with this man, constantly struggling?

"Stay still," she instructed firmly.

"Let go!" the man said through gritted teeth, but she shook her head stubbornly.

Tsk, why was he fighting her so much? Over a wand that felt this hard and almost like it was covered by flesh and veins and...

Oh! What was this?

She felt it even more and heard the man let out a drawled curse.

"Annelise Thompson, let go right now!"

"Tsk, stop moving!"

The two people on the bed were struggling intensely, one stubbornly holding tightly onto something she shouldn’t be holding, and the other trying to pry her sticky fingers off him.

Anne continued to feel for what she was trying to make out on this wand before she grasped the shape of it.

Ah, so that was what it was!

The tip of this wand felt like a mushroom.

What kind of a magical wand was this?

The man, after struggling against these determined little fingers for so long, finally managed to pry them off that part of his body and pushed away from her by rolling off the bed with so much difficulty before letting out a long breath.

She felt around the bed for a while with a pout on her face, murmuring, "Tsk, he ran away with the wand."

Then tossed to the other side and fell quiet as if she’d finally fallen asleep.

It took a long time of moving around, but he still couldn’t settle the chaos in his body. If one touched him, they would almost be convinced he was burning up with a fever.

Wait, had he just been molested?

He glanced sideways at the sleeping figure who’d occupied a giant part of the bed after concluding that he’d run away and let out another long breath.

What the hell just happened?

Had he just been toyed with by this woman?

What did she call it? A wand?

He gritted his teeth, looking at her sleeping face again. He could wring her delicately pretty little neck for this.

Moving far away from the bed, he began to pace, if that would help calm the inferno inside of him.

He could still feel how her agile little fingers had squeezed around his...

He sucked in a breath, then let it out to calm himself and continued pacing afterwards.

...and how her fingers had trailed up his tip, flicking against his sensitive...

He stopped, taking another deep breath.

This wasn’t working.

The surprising part was how he’d tried to pry off her fingers, but she stubbornly held on like cat claws that dig themselves into their target.

Yet, her hands had felt so soft...

This certainly wasn’t working at all.

He rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, heavily, to the coldest temperature and let himself drown underneath the dropping waters.