Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 662 - 658, Her embarrassment

For a moment, Mia Foster was bewildered, not knowing if Felix Shaw was asleep or awake. But whether he was asleep or conscious, she wasn’t accustomed to this sleeping position—too... hard to accept, her heart pounding as if it wanted to leap out. So, she tried to move her body.

Just that—

What was the hardness pressing against her backside? From a physiological standpoint... in the morning, men would normally get erec—

Heavens!

Mia Foster weakly brought a hand to her forehead.

At the same time, she was certain that Felix was asleep; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so still without moving at all.

Holding her breath, she tentatively grasped Felix’s wrist, trying to move his hand that had slipped into her bathrobe. However, as soon as she moved it slightly, his strong hand returned with force, probing and giving it a few squeezes.

...

At this moment, Mia Foster’s expression was more perplexed than in extreme awkwardness, indescribable whether to cry or to feel depressed. Enduring the electric sensation that rapidly spread throughout her body, an unfamiliar feeling that made her tense and flutter, she bit her lip and grabbed Felix’s wrist to fling it away. "Um..." The latter frowned and grunted, waking up due to her vigorous motion.

Rubbing his face with his large hand, Felix slowly opened his eyes, seeing the blurry figure up close and becoming more alert, and when he recognized that it was Mia, he hastily moved back, "Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose."

Mia Foster wasn’t sure what Felix meant by "on purpose," but her face had already turned bright red. She tightened the collar of her bathrobe and climbed up from the bed, hurriedly leaving the words "I’m going to the restroom" behind before quickly escaping.

Still lying on his side, Felix stretched out his arms. As his large hand was about to clench, he suddenly stopped—just now, in his haze, beneath the palm, it felt like... he had grabbed something...

Shaking his head with a self-mocking smile, Felix thought it was a bad habit developed over the years that led him to reach out subconsciously in his daze, grabbing her.

With a sigh, Felix laid back on the large bed. He wasn’t a man of steadfast affection, yet ever since he had met Elizabeth White, he seemed to have developed an immunity to all other women.

So even with the morning arousal, he felt no desire for Mia Foster.

If it had been Elizabeth White lying next to him, he would probably have already been pinned down by now.

...

Fleeing into the bathroom and closing the door, Mia Foster came to the mirror with her face burning hot. The reflection showed her ears reddened, her cheeks blushing as if she was painted with shades of dawn. She lightly patted her face, breathed out, and placed a hand over the spot where her heartbeat raced, feeling the continued chaos within.

It seemed as if the current was still there, spreading from that point throughout the organs of her body, making her restless with desire. Apparently, only a man’s touch could elicit such feelings.

Remembering the heat pressing against her backside, Mia’s face reddened even more, knowing all too well what it implied, despite never having experienced it.

After lingering in the bathroom for a while, Mia Foster finally opened the door and left. Felix had already gotten up and was sitting on the couch, lighting a cigarette for himself. Seeing Mia come out, he looked nonchalant, "I called for breakfast, it should arrive soon."

"Thank you."

Mia had already changed into her own clothes. Because of the incident that occurred earlier, she felt uneasy, crossing past Felix to the other side of the couch and picking up her bag, she said, "I should head back now."

Felix exhaled smoke, "That’s fine." As Mia Foster smiled at him and pulled open the door, he said, "Let’s get in touch when there’s time."

"Sure," Mia Foster replied with a smile, stepping out the room and suddenly letting out a deep sigh of relief.