From Broken to Beloved-Chapter 164- Very satisfied

So Bert found himself enjoying her kiss very much. It was clumsy and inexperienced, yet more than enough to stir desire throughout his body.

As his breathing grew hotter and heavier, he lifted a hand to her shoulder and gently pushed her away, stopping her misguided boldness. If it went on any longer, he wouldn’t be able to endure it.

The very culprit who had left him thoroughly unsettled, however, leaned back into the seat after being pushed away, smacked her lips, and drifted back into a hazy stupor. Bert took a deep breath, unbuttoned one button of his shirt to cool himself down.

Once his voice had more or less returned to normal, he picked up his phone and called Renata.

"I drank a bit too much tonight and can’t drive back. I’ll be staying over at Dave’s place. You should go to bed early—no need to wait for us."

Renata answered that she understood and hung up.

Bert glanced at Catherine, slumped drowsily in the passenger seat, then restarted the car and drove off. This time, however, his destination was a nearby hotel. He could already foresee that if Catherine—this drunk—threw herself into his arms again and teased him any further, it would turn into a very intense night.

Going home wasn’t convenient anyway, with Renata there.

They checked into the hotel smoothly. Bert supported Catherine all the way back to the room.

The room was warmly heated, and the moment Catherine stepped inside, she began complaining about the heat, tugging at the fabric around her neck. But being so drunk, her hands were clumsy. Bert helped her himself, holding her close as he carefully removed her clothes one by one. By the time he reached her undergarments, his breathing had grown dangerously heavy.

The restraint was torture.

Still, thinking that they should shower first, he forced himself to suppress the surging desire and carried her into the bathroom.

Catherine, half-conscious, let him do as he pleased. The floor was a little slippery in the shower, so she simply clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his solid waist. That single movement was enough—when her soft body pressed against his, it ignited an intimate storm within the bathroom.

Later, after drying her hair, they moved to the bed. Catherine felt as though the night would never end.

The next morning, Catherine woke from her daze to find herself alone in the room. Seeing that she was lying on a large hotel bed—white sheets, white duvet, clothes scattered messily on the floor—sent a sharp jolt through her.

Two years ago, she had woken up in a hotel room like this after an unbearable night.

What had she felt then? Anger? Pain? Or humiliation and grievance?

But after a brief moment of panic, she calmed down.

Last night, she had been at Dave’s place with Bert. Bert had been with her. No matter what, he would never allow her to fall into anything degrading.

Somehow, she believed this with absolute certainty. She trusted him—trusted that he would protect her, that he would keep her safe.

And faintly, she could remember being with Bert... the intense moments that had begun in the bathroom, one after another, so vivid that even thinking about them now made her heart race and her body warm. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The room she was in was a rather luxurious suite. She hesitated for a moment, then called out softly,

"Bert?"

A sound immediately came from outside. Bert walked in, his expression calm and composed.

"You’re awake?"

Bert had been up for a long time already. It was nearly noon now. He had even gone back to his own apartment to fetch a change of clothes for her, then spent some time outside reading.

Since it was the weekend and neither of them had to work, they could rest as much as they liked—well, almost. There was still one important event awaiting them today.

Today was Gerald and Lucca’s wedding.

They would be there to witness Lucca becoming the laughingstock of all Burg Eltz. To return, double-fold, everything Lucca had once inflicted on Catherine. To let Gerald see exactly what kind of vile, despicable woman he was marrying—and to make him realize what a wonderful girl he had missed.

Catherine frowned and rubbed her forehead.

"Why are we at a hotel?"

Bert smiled, subtle and ambiguous.

"You don’t remember?"

Catherine shook her head. She truly didn’t remember much. She only vaguely recalled drinking too much. But afterward, he had driven her away, hadn’t he? She remembered crying in the car... and kissing him?

Catherine didn’t dare think any further.

What on earth had she done?

"Last night you kept telling me you loved me, and you kept kissing me," Bert explained kindly. "You got me so worked up."

"I was afraid that if we went home, we’d make too much noise and disturb your mother, so we came here instead."

By the time he finished speaking, Catherine had already flushed bright red and slid under the covers, not wanting to see him or hear another word. Unfortunately, Bert deliberately teased her, walking over and pulling the blanket back, forcing her to meet his gaze, her face burning.

"And then I helped you shower, and you threw yourself—"

Before he could finish, Catherine reached out and covered his mouth.

She glared at him.

"Stop talking!"

If he went on, she really wouldn’t know where to hide her face. Bert caught her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently before speaking softly,

"What’s there to be embarrassed about? I like you like that. I like you being more passionate in bed—no man wouldn’t. It means you love me, that you’re willing to share that kind of happiness with me."

Because you love someone, you allow your body to let go and merge with theirs. Because you love someone, you want to respond to them, to make them happy—and to feel happiness yourself.

As he spoke, Catherine’s face grew even hotter.

For Catherine, who hadn’t been living this kind of life with him for very long, she simply couldn’t talk about such things openly.

Bert didn’t let her avoid it. Holding her hand, he continued,

"Who you are in bed and who you are outside of it are two different things. In bed, I want you to be passionate—more and more so. And in everyday life, I also want you to be happier, more relaxed, more cheerful."

Then he added,

"You don’t need to be shy about talking about these things. We need to communicate with each other—only then can things be even better between us."

Catherine just wanted him to drop the subject as quickly as possible, so she hurriedly said,

"There’s no need to communicate. I’m already very satisfied."

Only after saying it did Catherine realize that her words sounded far too unreserved. She instantly felt even more embarrassed.

Bert lifted the corner of his lips, clearly amused.

"Very satisfied?"

Then he added casually,

"I’m very satisfied too."

Catherine honestly wanted to burrow back under the covers again. She really, really did not want to talk about these things with him anymore.