Chapter: 882

"Yeah."

His voice sounded a bit shaky, likely from the cold shower.

Shortly after, Nikolas emerged, his hair damp and his frame enveloped in the pink bath towel. It was an odd sight.

His tall figure seemed to dominate Aimee's modest room.

"You didn't need to take such a cold shower," Aimee said, noticing him shiver. She quickly wrapped a blanket around him.

Wrapped in a blanket, Nikolas, bare-chested, grinned. "I had to, or we wouldn't make it to shopping today."

“Are we ready to go shopping now?"

"Yes." As Nikolas turned to find his clothes, he overheard Aimee.

"You know, if you had time for a shower, we could have just... done it."

After all, they were already intimate; what was the difference now?

At her words, Nikolas stiffened, then slowly turned to face her. “Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"I tried to in the car. I started to suggest... but you cut me off and told me to stop talking!"

Whose fault was it?

Before Aimee could finish, she found herself swept off her feet and pinned down on the bed.

Nikolas' skin was cold from his shower, sending shivers down her spine.

“What are you doing?" she protested.

"It's not too late to do it now."

Aimee widened her eyes, biting back her words.

Nikolas seemed impatient, less gentle than usual. Before she was fully ready, he began.

“Hmm... Nikolas, that hurts..."

"Hold on," Nikolas said through clenched teeth. "It's been days since we last had it. How many days have passed?"

Aimee gripped his arm tightly, glaring at him. "Why didn't you go to another woman?"

"Would I dare? You'd accuse me of cheating!"

"I never said you couldn't... Ouch! Are you trying to hurt me?"