Sean Snow immediately noticed his agitation—it was as if he’d provoked a furious lion.
He tried to soothe him, “Calm down, Third Brother. I’ll call our old man later and ask him to give Eva Snow a proper scolding.”
When Yancy Shaw got angry, even their family patriarch had to tread lightly.
After a pause, Yancy Shaw’s voice grew cold. “If she dares play any tricks on my wife again, I won’t let her off.”
The meaning was clear: if Eva Snow kept targeting Lauren Shaw, he wouldn’t show any mercy for the sake of old ties.
Even though Sean Snow wasn’t physically with him right now, he could still sense the hostility radiating from Yancy Shaw. He’d always been uncompromising—especially when it came to his bottom line.
Eva Snow had provoked Lauren Shaw again and again. This was more than he could tolerate. This time, he'd make her learn a lesson.
Sean Snow honestly didn’t want to intervene in Eva Snow’s affairs. As the youngest in the family, she’d always been spoiled—pampered into an arrogant, willful temper. Even as her older cousin, he couldn’t really control her.
Maybe it was for the best if Yancy Shaw taught her a lesson, let her see the harsh side of the world. That way, she might curb her attitude.
After hanging up, Yancy Shaw returned to the bedroom.
Maybe it was because she was tired from today, but Lauren Shaw was sleeping soundly.
He gently pulled her into his arms, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and breathed in her refreshing scent, feeling his heart skip a beat.
Ever since he’d started sleeping with her in his arms, he no longer suffered from insomnia or nightmares. Each night, his sleep had been tranquil.
Gazing at her peaceful face, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
His little bunny really was miraculous—she’d cured the sickness in his heart.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Lauren Shaw stretched lazily, noticing that her ankle didn’t hurt as much.
She sat up in bed.
After icing it yesterday, thanks to Yancy Shaw, the swelling had gone down noticeably; the pain was almost gone.
Just as she was lifting the covers to get out of bed, Yancy Shaw walked in and saw her, stepping over to stand in front of her. "Need to use the bathroom?"
Lauren Shaw nodded.
"I’ll carry you." Without waiting for her answer, he bent down and picked her up.
"No need, I can walk on my own," she protested. It was just a sprain—she could walk fine herself.
Yancy Shaw ignored her and carried her into the bathroom.
"Anything else you need help with?" he asked, watching her considerately.
"No, my hands are fine," she replied, certain that if she didn’t refuse outright, he’d insist on doing everything for her. Though they were husband and wife, his thoughtful care made her feel a little guilty—as if she was always the one being looked after.
Yancy Shaw had taken a few days off to stay home with her.
After breakfast, Lauren Shaw sat on the sofa watching TV, with Yancy Shaw beside her.
She couldn't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
He was engrossed in a book on anatomy, brows slightly furrowed in concentration, a sight she found hard to look away from.
Sensing her gaze, Yancy Shaw looked up at her, eyes crinkling with a faint, gentle smile.
Lauren Shaw, caught like a child with her hand in the cookie jar, hurriedly looked away.
She reached for the water glass on the coffee table and took a sip.
Yancy Shaw warned, "Careful, it’s hot."
But it was too late—Lauren Shaw had already burnt her tongue.
"I was about to warn you," he said, taking the cup from her and setting it down. "But you already drank it."
He gently tilted her chin, "Let me see."
Lauren Shaw obediently stuck out her tongue and pointed to the spot that got scalded. "Right here."
Yancy Shaw's gaze deepened as he studied her.
"Do you need me to help you?" There was a subtle undertone in his voice.
Lauren Shaw, not thinking much about it, replied offhandedly, "I do."
Wait, she thought, what exactly did that mean? That could be seriously misunderstood...
"How are you planning to help?" she asked.
Yancy Shaw chuckled softly, "How do you want me to help?"
His gaze turned mischievous. Lauren Shaw hesitated, then leaned forward to give him a tentative peck on the lips.
“There, you’ve helped me already.”
Truthfully, she’d never been this forward before. On the surface, she acted nonchalant, but inside, she was a bundle of nerves—her clumsy kiss made it obvious.
Yancy Shaw arched an eyebrow, "Just that?"
His lips curved into a charming smile, and his eyes sparkled with amusement, as if teasing her.
Emboldened, she leaned in and gave him another kiss—this time lingering a bit longer.
Just as she was about to pull away, he held her by the back of the head.
“I don’t think that's enough. Let me help you instead.”
He kissed her deeply, drawing her in.
Breathless, Lauren Shaw wrapped her arms around his neck, utterly swept along.
Clearly, neither of them were especially skilled at this…but before long, he let her go, and Lauren Shaw clung to him, gasping for air.
"Still hurts?" he whispered in her ear, his voice dark and seductive, as if luring her in.
"Not anymore," she replied, arms still around his neck, her breath tickling his earlobe and making his whole body heat up.
The tension between them thickened. He squeezed her waist, his own breathing ragged.
"Shengsheng, I want to kiss you again."
Lauren Shaw didn’t reply, just pulled back slightly to look at his desire-filled eyes. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to get lost with him.
She pressed her lips to his—more urgently than before…
Yancy Shaw pressed her beneath him, their kiss deepening.
Moved by desire, Lauren Shaw reached her hand under his shirt…
An invitation he couldn’t ignore. His eyes darkened even more…
Just as things started to spiral out of control, the door swung open. Both of them froze and turned toward the sound.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, I came at the wrong time!”
Ms. Chen, seeing them on the sofa, slapped her hands over her eyes—though she couldn’t help but peek through her fingers.
Flushed red, Lauren Shaw quickly sat up and straightened her clothes.
The spark hadn’t faded from Yancy Shaw’s eyes; he shot Ms. Chen a look of clear frustration.
“Mom, what brings you here today?”
Ms. Chen looked a little embarrassed. “I went to your studio to find you, Shengsheng, but your staff said you weren’t there. I called and you didn’t answer, so I got worried and came over to check on you.”
If she’d known she’d interrupt them making grandkids, she wouldn’t have come! Such bad timing.
Lauren Shaw’s blush refused to fade. She looked sheepishly at Ms. Chen. “My phone was in the bedroom—maybe I just didn’t hear it ring.”
Ms. Chen waved it off, giving her a knowing motherly look. “I figured. You don’t have to explain.”
Tsk tsk, she thought, these two really are eager—they’re not even leaving the house in broad daylight, already getting busy at home.