Chapter 185: Chapter 185- Helping you...
Now the young and beautiful one was Lilian!
Morrison recalled just a few days ago, when they were in the city shopping together. As he went to the counter to pay, he noticed from a short distance away that a young man had approached Lilian. He was complimenting her looks, her elegance, and asked for her phone number.
By the time Morrison turned around after paying, he saw the man looking at Lilian with obvious admiration, trying to charm her. Anger flared instantly. If it weren’t a public place, he would have kicked that shameless man right then and there.
Without hesitation, he stormed over, grabbed the man by his collar, and dragged him far away. When the man tried to protest his roughness, Morrison coldly declared,
"I am her husband... and the father of her child."
The man, utterly embarrassed, had no choice but to retreat, leaving Morrison seething with anger.
And that was while he was right there beside her. What if he was away on a business trip? Surely there would be even more men trying to get close to Lilian.
She was young, her pregnancy barely showing, and still looked like a little girl. Even after giving birth, once her figure recovered, she would remain an attractive young woman, capable of drawing men’s attention.
In Morrison’s eyes, within this marriage, the real danger wasn’t him—it was Lilian!
Bert, however, chuckled at Morrison’s words.
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to discipline Lilian properly."
Morrison was about to ask what Bert meant by "discipline" when Bert’s smile grew even wider.
"I’ll teach her how not to lose herself in marriage, how to become more attractive, more fashionable, more... charming."
Morrison nearly spat out his drink. Discipline? This was not discipline. This was incitement! Teaching Lilian how to steal hearts away!
Just thinking about having to deal with Bert, this eccentric man, for decades to come gave Morrison a splitting headache.
He raised the wine glass in front of him, downed a large gulp, trying to numb the pain Bert was inflicting.
Bert, sitting opposite him, continued as if nothing had happened.
"Since you’ve registered your marriage, at the very least, I think you should observe some basic formalities."
"What?"
Morrison frowned. He felt he had already been more than polite: he had personally come to visit Bert, brought gifts—Bert’s favorite brand of coffee—and even included an invitation to Tina’s fashion show.
Tina, a well-known designer in the country these past few years, was someone Morrison thought Bert would benefit from knowing and networking with.
Morrison felt he had already shown enough sincerity and observed all the proper etiquette.
Yet, he heard Bert casually add,
"Don’t you think you should call me ’brother’ along with Lilian?"
Morrison froze. ...That formality he hadn’t observed.
Call Bert "brother"? He wanted to use the popular phrase on the internet right now: "I simply can’t, my Bert ."
Before he could protest, Bert added,
"Of course, you should also call Dave ’brother.’"
As Bert said this, he probably imagined the scene in his head and couldn’t help laughing out loud. Morrison’s expression instantly darkened.
Calling Dave "brother"? After all these years of being friends and peers? That was absurdly awkward!
"That’s the downside of marrying someone much younger than you," Bert mocked without mercy. Morrison thought bitterly, This guy has such a vengeful streak no wonder he’s still single; I’d be scared off by his sharp tongue too if I were a woman.
Even with all these thoughts, Morrison couldn’t say a word. Bert was Lilian’s older brother, after all.
Fortunately, though, Bert did agree to Morrison’s request—he would personally design Lilian’s wedding dress. Mission accomplished.
Morrison stayed only one night in the U.S. and rushed back the next day. Not a single minute away from Lilian felt acceptable to him. If it weren’t for needing to personally visit Bert to show his sincerity, he wouldn’t have stepped foot abroad.
Morrison decided that during Lilian’s pregnancy, he would avoid scheduling business trips unless absolutely necessary. Even if he had to go, he would return as quickly as possible.
When Lilian learned that her wedding dress would be personally designed by Bert, she was ecstatic. Hearing that Morrison had gone all the way to the U.S. to persuade Bert personally made her even more touched.
Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around Morrison’s lean waist and pressed her lips against his in a soft, intimate kiss.
But at a moment like this, her boldness was dangerous. Morrison felt her small lips press against his, and as he returned her kiss, holding her close for a while, a certain tension reminded him sharply of his restraint. He let go and took a deep breath, collapsing heavily onto the large bed, his expression full of grievance as he looked at Lilian.
"I really wish time would pass faster... let this period be over soon," he muttered.
He meant the first three months of her pregnancy, or better yet, the entire pregnancy. Even after the early period passed, things could still happen, but not as freely or passionately—it was just... frustrating.
Lilian let out a soft hum.
"You asked for this yourself!"
Morrison could only sigh. Wordlessly, he sat up, planning to cool down in the bathroom.
But before he could get up, Lilian had knelt beside him, her small hands reaching toward his waist, fumbling with his belt buckle.
Morrison’s hands trembled as he grabbed hers.
"W-what are you doing?"
Lilian looked up at him shyly, whispering softly,
"Helping you..."
Morrison’s eyes widened with surprise.
"Really?"
Too shy to speak further, Lilian leaned forward, pressing her lips to his again. Her small hands explored gently.
Though Lilian was bashful about taking such initiative, seeing him so tense and knowing all he had done for her—the way he had traveled all the way to the U.S. to personally persuade Bert to design her wedding dress—made her heart swell. Perhaps she too should bring him some joy in return.
After all, it was his love and care that had given her the courage to respond.
Morrison was practically over the moon. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold—especially in a way he had never dared to let her before, worried she might not be ready.
Later, the pleasure made him emit a few involuntary sounds.
So, before dinner, Linda found herself reluctantly summoned to speak to them. She hesitated several times before finally opening her mouth.
"Um... did the doctor tell you that the first three months aren’t really ideal for certain... activities?"
That afternoon, she had walked past their room and, well... the noises coming from inside were a bit too... obvious. Thinking of her future grandchild, Linda felt she had to give them a gentle warning.
Morrison, however, was perfectly calm.
"We didn’t do anything," he said.
Linda, slightly flustered, continued,
"Well... this afternoon, I still heard... from your room..."
Morrison cleared his throat, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"Don’t worry, nothing major actually happened."
"Oh, you two—!"
Linda’s face turned bright red, her cheeks burning at the thought. She let out a flustered little "ahh" before spinning on her heel and retreating back to her bedroom, deciding she’d said enough for one day and wouldn’t try to give them any more warnings.