The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1059:

Gemma found herself increasingly distracted.

Pierre, however, remained focused. “Miss Hampton, please stop staring at me or you’ll ruin the icing.”

Embarrassed, Gemma looked down only to notice cream smeared over Pierre’s hand. She reached out to wipe it away, but he pulled back.

“Your brother doesn’t like us being too close,” Pierre commented.

Gemma paused, her eyes widening slightly. “Are you afraid of him?”

Pierre gazed at her earnest expression, feeling a stir within. “Do you want me to be?”

“No.” Gemma was well aware of Corey’s stern demeanor. He was invariably strict and detached toward the staff. “We’ll just need to be discreet.”

Pierre chuckled, but his smile quickly vanished as he raised his cream-covered hand toward Gemma’s lips.

Gemma frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Help me clean off the cream.”

Her beauty struck him profoundly, her lips a vibrant pink, which made Pierre’s rough fingers seem all the more intrusive, like a blemish on her perfection.noveldrama

Despite this, Pierre playfully coaxed her lips apart with his fingers, encouraging her to taste the cream little by little.

Gemma resisted with all her might. While the kisses she shared with Pierre had been pleasant, she had clear limits, and she intended to maintain them. The very idea of his fingers—having come into contact with countless objects throughout the day—entering her mouth, even if washed, repelled her.

Pierre, however, seemed oblivious to her discomfort.

Unable to push his fingers away with her tongue, Gemma felt helpless. Pierre effortlessly caught her wrists when she tried to resist, pinning them behind her back. The cream melted quickly in her mouth, leaving her no choice but to swallow it.

Gemma’s face burned with anger. She slapped Pierre hard, pushing him away. “This is too much!” she protested, wiping the corner of her mouth. “What’s wrong with you? Can’t you tell I hate it when you do things like this?”

Pierre’s gaze was steady, dark, and unreadable. “Hate it?” he echoed, tilting his head. “You didn’t look like you hated it. You’ve been sucking my fingers the whole time.” Gemma was stunned. It was bad enough that he had forced her, but now he dared to say something so crass? A bitter feeling settled over her. It was as if Pierre didn’t take her seriously. She hated that. She missed the Pierre who listened, the one who was considerate and obedient.

Gemma turned away, her expression cold and unyielding. “Clean up the kitchen,” she ordered, her tone sharp and final. “And don’t bother coming to my room tonight.”

Pierre paused, washing his hands. “Are you angry?” he asked cautiously, glancing over his shoulder.

“What do you think?” Gemma snapped back, her tone laced with dissatisfaction.

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