Chapter 241

I accepted the box, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through me. My fingers traced the delicate edges of the box, a sense of wonder rising within me. As I lifted the lid, nestled within the satin lining was a breathtaking tennis bracelet—a delicate band adorned with sparkling gems that shimmered under the ambient light.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, my breath catching at the sight of the elegant piece.

Timothy's eyes sparkled with joy as he watched my reaction. "I saw it and thought of you. I wanted you to have it."

I lifted the bracelet, the jewels catching the light, sending cascades of radiant colors dancing around the room.

"It's stunning, Timothy," I expressed, my voice filled with heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you so much."

He beamed with delight, his joy mirrored in the warmth of his gaze. "I'm glad you like it, Evie. You deserve the world."

Timothy reached for the bracelet, his fingers deftly securing it around my wrist with gentle precision. The cool touch of the jewels against my skin sent a tingling sensation through me.

As he fastened the clasp, our eyes met, a shared understanding passing between us. The bracelet shimmered delicately on my wrist.

"Thank you, Timothy. This means so much to me," I expressed, my voice filled with heartfelt appreciation.

He leaned in closer, his touch gentle as he caressed my hand. "Evie, you mean everything to me. I want you to know how much you're cherished."

Leaning in closer, Timothy's touch was gentle as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face. "You're so special to me, Evie."

His tenderness touched my heart, sending a rush of emotions through me. "You're special to me too," I admitted.

Timothy's hand found mine, and he nestled his face beside my ear. He planted a soft kiss on my jaw and hummed thoughtfully.

"Would you like to stay the night?" he asked.

A surge of warmth flooded through me at his invitation. The trail of kisses he left down my neck coaxed the answer right out of me.

"I would," I replied with a grin.

Without another word, he guided me to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed, fingers trailing down my stomach and to the rim of my shirt. He lifted it up, exposing the skin. I met his gaze as she left slow, painful kisses down the expanse of my stomach, stopping to tease my navel with his tongue.

I jerked my head back, flinching as a chill wracked my body. As I looked away, my face burning, I felt my shirt riding further up until he was lifting it over my head. I took it from him and tossed it to the floor.

When I turned back to him, he was staring down at me, his half-lidded.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust as he worked at the clasp of my bra. I was getting restless as I lay pinned beneath him, seeking further stimulation.

Instead, he dipped down and kissed my sternum, giving me a wicked grin that left me whining in protest.

“Stop torturing me,” I hissed, reaching for him as he slid down and undid the button on my pants. He slid the material down to my ankles and put his head between my legs.

“I have you for the whole night,” he said with a voice like honey as he kissed the inside of my thigh. “I intend on making you enjoy every single second of it.”

The night was filled with warmth and shared laughter as we took to Timothy’s bed. Timothy and I lay intertwined, our closeness speaking volumes of the unspoken bond between us.

As I trailed a finger lightly along Timothy's chest, a soft sigh escaped my lips. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice.

He shifted slightly, meeting my gaze with a tender smile. "I should be asking you that. How did Bruce manage to find you?"

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Bruce, a shiver of unease trickling down my spine. "He might have been stalking me, as he always did," I admitted, trying to brush away the unsettling thought. "But let's not dwell on that."

Timothy nodded, his eyes conveying an unspoken promise of protection and unwavering support. "You're safe now, Evie. I won't let anything harm you."

His reassurance brought a sense of calm, a feeling of security in his arms. Seeking to lighten the mood, I leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Timothy," I murmured against his mouth, a playful glint in my eyes, "shall we change the subject?"

A smile played on his lips as he drew me closer. "Absolutely. What's on your mind?"

We shared a moment of laughter, the lightness of our banter echoing the depth of our connection. Timothy's eyes sparkled with adoration, and I couldn't help but be enchanted by his playful spirit.

"Rest or..." I began teasingly, meeting his gaze with a mischievous smile, "...another round?"

Our laughter filled the room, a symphony of joy and affection that lingered in the air. Timothy chuckled, his eyes reflecting the warmth of our shared moment.

"Well," he replied with a grin, "who am I to resist such a tempting offer?"

Our banter continued, the comfort of our shared laughter mingling with the tenderness of our closeness. As we snuggled closer, the night seemed infinite—a canvas waiting for the strokes of our shared experiences and the enduring connection we shared.

I stirred from my slumber, the morning light streaming through the curtains. A gentle warmth surrounded me, and I realized I was nestled in Timothy's embrace. His steady breaths rose and fell, a rhythm that matched the calmness of the room. I protested inwardly as he pulled away, sensing he was about to slip away.

"Where are you going?" I mumbled, wrapping my arms around his torso.

Timothy turned, offering a tender smile. "I have early morning training. I know it sucks, but you're more than welcome to stay until I get back."

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I slumped back onto the bed. My weekend had been so short. I could hardly say that I got any of the extra sleep that was promised.

"I have a lot of work to get to myself," I replied, reluctantly pulling away from his warmth.

He gave me a look, his eyes narrowing. "Do you really need to go to work? I mean, you’ve been through so much lately…”

“Trust me. I need the distraction,” I told him, pulling the covers away.

He stared at me for a while, searching my expression. When I didn’t budge, he sighed and bent down to pick up his discarded clothes.

“I understand. I'll see you tonight then?"

"Definitely," I assured him, slippinf out of bed. I quickly realized that I was still a mess from last night, and I saw him give me a suggestive look.

“Did you at least want to share the shower before you left?” he teased, lifting an eyebrow and waving a hand at his bathroom door.

A laugh escaped my lips as his not so subtle suggestion. “I don’t see why not.”

I grinned as he came over and took my hand, luring me toward the bathroom.