?<strong>Chapter 916:</strong>


    Carrie worried about an awkward reaction urring in front of Daxton; such an event would be mortifying.


    As time passed, the headache began to ease, perhaps due to the ibuprofen or the soothing effect of Daxton’s massage. A pleasant drowsiness began to envelop her.


    She contemted asking Daxton to stop, yet theforting motion of his fingers was too delightful to interrupt just yet.


    The soothing nature of the massage was both rxing and somewhat addictive. She decided to indulge just a little longer before voicing a stop.


    Her mind wandered aimlessly, and before long, sleep imed her. Daxton noticed when Carrie drifted off to sleep. He whispered her name, “Carrie.”


    With no reply forting, he smiled warmly. Appreciating her peaceful expression, he continued the massage for an additional ten minutes.


    Once he stopped his gentle touches, he remained seated beside her, simply observing her sleep. Time seemed to stretch on before he finally stood.


    His eyes lingered on her lips, appearing soft and tempting. He leaned closer, almost touching them, but restrained himself and instead, left a gentle kiss on her cheek.


    After the tender gesture, he stood, switched off the light, and quietly exited her room.


    Kristopher and Aliza arrived at the Herrera family residence.


    Standing at her doorstep, Kristopher leaned in to kiss Aliza on the forehead, suggesting, “Rest up. I need to handle some business at thepany, but let’s have lunch together tomorrow.”


    Aliza pulled him closer suddenly, her arms encircling his waist. “Kristopher, won’t you stay tonight? My sleep has been so restless, waking up constantly, as if our baby senses you’re gone. It feels like he’s uneasy, just like me.”


    Her tone was soft, verging on tearful,den with a tenderint. Caught off guard, Kristopher’s arms remained awkwardly at his sides, his touch with Aliza unexpectedly making him uneasy.


    Reflecting on their intimate moments at the hotel, where he had been deeply affectionate, left him perplexed by his current aversion. After hesitating, he awkwardly patted her back, making a reluctant concession. “Okay, I’ll stay till you fall asleep and then head out.”


    Aliza briefly felt a surge of happiness from his promise, but her heart dropped at his mention of leaving afterward, her emotions fluctuating sharply.


    Nevertheless, she nestled her face against his chest, feigning contentment. “Thank you, dear.”


    Kristopher felt ufortable with such an affectionate term, managing to endure it for only a brief moment before sumbing. He gently grasped her arms, helping her to stand upright.


    As Aliza looked at him with confusion, Kristopher suggested casually, “Let’s move away from the chilly entrance. I’ll walk you to your room.” Delighted by his gesture, Aliza eagerly epted his hand, and they ascended the stairs together.


    Upon reaching her bedroom, Kristopher was ready to release her hand and settle onto the sofa, saying, “I’ll sit here while you change.” But Aliza sped his hand tighter and pleaded, “First, help me choose a nightgown.”


    Reluctantly, Kristopher allowed himself to be drawn into the walk-in closet.


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