Behind the Curtains: A Tale of Hidden Emotions

Chapter 44

After everyone was gone, I was left at Faye's house, feeling exhaustion wash over me. I let myself fall onto the sofa, closing my eyes to savor its comfort. I was nearly asleep when I felt soft hands gently massaging my feet and lightly pulling my toes.

"My baby is really tired, hmm," she murmured. I enjoyed her massage, from my feet up to my legs, but I was startled when her hands slowly moved to my thighs. I immediately opened my eyes, giving her a deathly glare.

"What? I'm just massaging you, love," she said, maintaining a serious demeanor, though I could see a hidden smirk.

'She's definitely thinking of doing naughty things,' I thought.

"Love, I'm tired," I said, genuinely exhausted.

She giggled softly, pinching my cheeks. "Mmmm, my baby is so adorable!" She squeezed my cheeks lightly before kissing them multiple times, making me whine a bit.

'I really feel so sticky, and I don't want her to touch me because I haven't showered yet.'

"Faye, I'm sticky. I haven't showered yet!" I protested.

She stopped what she was doing, giving me a puzzled look. "So?"

Oh god, this woman!

"I stink!"

"No, you don't. You still smell like vanilla. I'm addicted." She buried her face in my neck, inhaling deeply. I laughed, lightly pushing her away because it tickled.

"Love, stop it!" I gasped, trying to catch my breath while glaring at her. She hesitated, a worried look slowly registering on her face.

"Sorry, baby. I got carried away." She looked down at her fingers, a picture of contrition. How cute.

I felt a swell of pride knowing I had that effect on her. I remembered when fans called me the baby boss. I really was her baby boss, huh?

Feeling a bit guilty for making her feel bad, I grabbed her arms and pulled her down to slump against me. I looked directly into her eyes, observing them closely. She was truly an epitome of perfection.

"I'm not mad, okay? I'm just conscious of myself, love. I haven't showered yet, so I'm concerned if I smell bad." I combed her hair soothingly.

"You never stink, and if you do, I don't care. I can always take you to the bath." My heart warmed up at how sweet she was.

I was about to say something, but she immediately scooped me up, making me squeal. She carried me bridal style towards the bathroom.

"You know you shouldn’t carry things like this, especially since you just got discharged," I glared at her, but she only responded with a sweet smile.

Hardheaded.

She gently set me down on the tiled floor and told me to stay put as she went to get something. When she returned, she was carrying a pair of pajamas.

"We’re twinning," she said, full of delight, showing me the cute pair of bunny pajamas.

"You’re losing your daddy vibe, hmm." Since Faye woke up from the coma, she’d become extra clingy and extra cute, just like this.

I always teased her that she’d lose her title as the daddy of the town if she continued doing these things. But she always responded with, "So? I don’t care about losing anything, let alone that title, if it means I can show you different sides of me. And even though you deny it, I know you like it when I act like this. Besides, you’re the one responsible for this, hmph!"

Well, I was slightly guilty about her last statement. Maybe I was the one who influenced her to act cute, HAHAHA.

She’s right—I do like seeing her like this.