Sweet Love 2x: Miss Ruthless CEO for our Superstar Uncle-Chapter 150: And I Want You

Franz parked the car near the entrance. For a moment neither of them moved.

The warmth of the heater faded slowly as the engine stopped. The evening still lingered between them—the dinner, the walk through the cold streets, the warmth of their hands hidden inside his coat pocket.

For a moment neither of them moved.

The warmth of the heater faded slowly as the engine stopped, and the quiet outside the vehicle pressed gently against the windows. The evening they had just shared still lingered between them—the quiet dinner, the walk through the cold streets of Montclair, the warmth of their hands hidden inside his coat pocket.

Franz’s hand was still on the gear shift. Arianne’s was in her lap, close enough that he could have reached for her again.

He didn’t.

But he didn’t move his hand away either.

Arianne finally unfastened her seatbelt.

The sound seemed unusually loud in the stillness.

Franz glanced at her before opening the door.

Cold winter air slipped into the car immediately.

They stepped outside together.

Inside the house the lights had been dimmed. Only the entrance hall lamp remained on, casting a warm circle of light across the polished floor. The rest of the residence lay in quiet shadow, the large windows reflecting the darkness of the garden outside.

Franz closed the door carefully behind them.

Arianne removed her coat first, slipping it from her shoulders as she loosened the scarf around her neck. Franz hung both coats beside the entrance before turning toward the living room.

He stopped after two steps.

The twins had clearly attempted to remain awake. The calendar still rested on the low table exactly where they had left it earlier that afternoon. The red circle marking his birthday stood out against the white page beneath the lamp.

But Leo and Lily had surrendered to sleep long before Franz and Arianne returned.

Lily had curled sideways along the sofa cushions, her cheek resting against one of the pillows while one arm hung loosely off the edge. Leo had leaned against the opposite armrest with his tablet still resting across his chest, his fingers loosely curled around the edge of the device. The screen had already gone dark.

For a moment neither Franz nor Arianne spoke.

Arianne walked toward them quietly.

"They tried to wait."

Her voice was soft enough that it barely disturbed the silence of the room.

Franz nodded.

He bent and lifted Leo into his arms, adjusting his hold carefully so the tablet wouldn’t slip from the boy’s grasp. Arianne brushed a strand of hair away from Lily’s face before gathering her gently against her shoulder.

The house remained silent as they carried the twins upstairs. The staircase creaked softly beneath their footsteps.

Inside the bedroom Leo stirred faintly when Franz placed him on the bed, but he didn’t wake. Arianne tucked the blanket around Lily’s shoulders and adjusted the pillow beneath her head.

Leo’s tablet was placed carefully on the nightstand beside the bed. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Franz reached for the light switch.

The room fell into darkness except for the faint glow of the hallway.

They stepped out quietly.

The door closed with a soft click behind them.

For a moment they remained standing in the hallway. The quiet felt heavier now that the house had completely settled for the night.

Franz looked at her.

The warmth from the evening still lingered in the small space between them. The dim hallway light softened the lines of her face as she looked back at him.

Then he reached for her hand.

Arianne’s hand was at her side. Franz’s fingers brushed against it once before he actually took it. Testing. Asking.

The movement was simple. But instead of releasing it after a moment, Franz held on. His fingers tightened around hers before he turned and began walking slowly down the hallway.

Toward his bedroom.

Arianne followed without protest. She assumed he wanted a word with her.

The door closed behind them. The sound seemed louder than usual.

For a brief moment Franz simply stood there, still holding her hand.

Then he pulled her closer.

Her back met the door. The movement was gentle but unmistakable.

Franz lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss carried a different weight than the quiet ones they had shared before. His mouth was warm, certain, and when her lips parted beneath his, something shifted in the space between them. Not sudden. Not rushed. But present—a current that had been building all evening, all those weeks, and had finally found its channel.

Arianne’s fingers moved instinctively to the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric lightly as his hands settled around her waist. The warmth of his body pressed closer. She could feel the steady beat of his heart through the layers between them, or maybe it was her own—she couldn’t tell anymore.

For several seconds the quiet room seemed to disappear around them.

Then Arianne lifted one hand.

Her fingers slid slowly along the side of his neck, tracing the warmth of his skin before curling into the collar of his shirt. She pulled him closer.

Franz exhaled against her mouth.

The second kiss was slower. Deeper. His hand tightened against her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of her shirt as if anchoring himself to her. When his thumb brushed the bare skin just above her hip, Arianne’s breath caught.

His mouth left hers long enough to trail along her jaw. She tilted her head without thinking, giving him access, and felt the warmth of his lips against the sensitive skin below her ear.

"This is becoming a problem," he murmured against her neck.

"What is?"

Franz lifted his head just enough to look at her. His thumb traced along her cheekbone, slow and deliberate.

"Your kisses."

A quiet breath escaped him.

"I think I’m starting to get addicted to them."

Her fingers tightened in his shirt. She could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath her palm.

Then he added quietly, his voice lower now,

"And I want you."

The meaning of the words settled between them immediately.

Arianne felt the firm pressure against her lower abdomen almost at the same moment. There was no mistaking it—the physical evidence of what his words had already confessed.

Heat rose across her face. The dim lighting softened the color, but Franz noticed anyway. His eyes held hers, watching, waiting.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Her hand remained at the back of his neck. His arms were still around her waist. The silence in the room stretched longer than either expected, filled with everything they weren’t saying.

Franz’s breathing had grown heavier. She could feel it in the rise of his chest, in the way his fingers pressed just slightly harder against her hip.

He wanted her.

And in that moment, standing pressed against his door with his body warm against hers, Arianne realized she wanted him too.

Not logically. Not carefully.

Simply.

Her hand slid from his neck down to his chest. She felt his heart hammering beneath her palm.

"Franz."

His name came out quieter than she intended.

He closed his eyes for half a second, as if her voice saying his name like that was almost too much.

Then he exhaled slowly.

His forehead rested against hers.

"We should stop."

His voice was rougher than before. She could hear the effort it cost him.

"If we don’t..."

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.

He stepped back.

His hand ran through his hair, pushing it back from his face. He opened the door.

But Arianne didn’t move right away.

Her hand still rested lightly against the front of his shirt, as if it had forgotten how to let go.

Franz glanced down at it before covering it gently with his own.

"Arianne."

She looked up.

For another second neither of them spoke. The air between them felt charged, heavy with what had just passed and what hadn’t.

Then her fingers finally loosened.

She stepped past him into the hallway. Their shoulders brushed as she walked by—barely a touch, but she felt it all the same.

Franz remained in the doorway for a moment longer. He watched her walk toward her own room, saw her pause at the door, saw her not look back.

Then he closed the door quietly behind her.

And stood alone in the darkness, still feeling the warmth of her against his hands.

–

Morning arrived slowly across the Rochefort residence.

Sunlight spread across the kitchen windows, reflecting brightly against the snow outside and filling the room with pale winter light. The quiet atmosphere of the house had shifted into the gentle rhythm of the morning routine.

Leo and Lily sat at the table finishing breakfast. The calendar still rested beside them. The red circle around Franz’s birthday remained exactly where they had left it.

Leo noticed Franz and Arianne the moment they entered the room.

His eyes moved carefully between them.

Then he began typing.

Lily leaned closer.

"What did you write?"

She read the message aloud.

"Confirmed."

She turned toward Franz and Arianne immediately.

"How was dinner?"

Leo typed again.

Lily read the message.

"Romantic?"

Franz glanced toward Arianne while pouring coffee.

"I thought it was."

Arianne lifted her glass of water.

"It was nice."

Leo typed again.

Lily leaned forward eagerly.

"Romantic?"

Franz took a sip of coffee.

"I’m fairly certain your Aunt Aria noticed."

Lily grinned.

Leo typed rapidly. The tablet turned toward her.

"Phase Two successful."

Lily grabbed the marker and wrote the word SUCCESS beside the red circle on the calendar.

Across the table Franz exhaled quietly through his nose. A sound that almost resembled a laugh.

Arianne continued drinking her water without comment.

But beneath the table, her free hand rested in her lap.

And she could still feel the warmth of his fingers against her hip.

The kitchen returned slowly to its usual morning calm.

Leo placed the tablet beside the calendar.

Under Franz’s birthday the words remained clearly written.

Phase Two — Success.

Outside the Rochefort residence the world continued speculating about Noah Hart and the mysterious woman from the advertisement.

Inside the house, the truth remained quietly protected.