No longer a pushover (Noelle and Cedric) novel Chapter 1156

Noelle had come with Cedric so that he could finish work early. But now, he'd been lingering in the lounge the whole time and was clearly unwilling to leave.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "I planned to take you home, so I left an extra hour free. That means we have spare time now."

His voice was hoarse and filled with unmistakable suggestions.

Noelle quickly turned her head to dodge his lips. "No."

"Half an hour?" he bargained.

When Noelle said nothing, he pressed, "What about ten minutes?"

She tried to push his arms away, but they were stiff and completely immovable.

Cedric buried his face into her neck and murmured, "Just one minute, okay? Let me recharge a little. Work has been exhausting lately."

Noelle thought of how hard he'd been working these past few days, and her heart softened. So, she blushed and nodded. "Fine. We'll kiss for just one minute."

The next second, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

Noelle melted into his arms and grew soft under his dense kisses. In the end, she could only let him do as he pleased.

The narrow single bed suddenly felt a little too cramped.

Just as things were heating up, Cedric stopped. He rested his head on her chest, and his warm breath brushed against her skin.

Her breathing was a mess now, and she couldn't stop gasping for air. Gritting her teeth, she shoved him.

What had they said about one minute? He was nothing but a shameless liar.

It was only now that Cedric reluctantly pushed himself up and towered over her. His voice was hoarse as he murmured, "I had no choice. I often overestimate my self-control when it comes to things like this.

"When I see you looking like this, all I want is to eat you up."

Noelle glared at him, but it lacked real threat.

Reluctantly, Cedric kissed her again before getting up to smooth his clothes.

Noelle noticed that his shirt was a wrinkled mess from her grasp, but he took it off without a fuss and grabbed a fresh shirt from the cabinet to change into.

Seeing that, Noelle couldn't help asking, "So, who usually organizes your laundry and clothes?"

Now alone, she laid on the bed. The room still carried his unique scent.

She tugged her sweater down to fix the neckline and touched her lips. They were slightly swollen.

Her cheeks flushed again. She had to admit that she loved acting so intimately with him, and because she liked him, she didn't resist such intimacy.

Noelle wandered around the lounge and inspected everything again. Sure enough, there was nothing suspicious, and she finally relaxed.

The thought of the earlier car crash still lingered on her mind and made her uneasy.

Just then, her phone rang with a call from Frank.

She glanced at the screen and didn't answer, but he soon hung up and texted her instead, "Noelle, I heard you were in a car crash. Are you hurt?

"Which hospital are you in? I'm coming over right now."

Noelle looked at the message and replied, "I'm fine."

But she thought about the way Ivy had raised Eason in his arms. Something about it was oddly unsettling.