Married to the Scandalous Billionaire

23. Sleeping in Brent's Room

Lunch was finally served. There was plenty of food on the table, but Brent was more interested in Beverley's mac and cheese. He wanted to know if she could cook well.

He quickly took a spoon and tasted it. He didn't expect much at first, but it was surprisingly good. It felt like it was melting in his mouth. He liked it immediately.

"How was it? Does it taste good?" Michael asked curiously.

Brent cleared his throat, then smiled. "My wife cooks well," he said as he glanced at Beverley. The woman just rubbed her neck awkwardly.

Michael chuckled. "It looks like I didn't choose the wrong daughter-in-law," he said happily. He continued eating his lunch with gusto.

Meanwhile, Beverley didn't say much. This was the first time she had sat down to eat with either Brent or her father. So, she was not used to it.

At that moment, Brent suddenly slid the plate of tacos in front of her. She looked at him uncomprehendingly. He said, "Eat more. In Hawaii, you don't eat enough."

Beverley furrowed her brow. Brent's demeanor had really become strange, and she felt it made no sense. Was he pretending to be nice because his father was here?

Brent looked at her intensely. The man leaned slightly towards her and then whispered, "My father won't leave before making sure our relationship develops well. So, better be nice."

Hearing that, Beverley could only smile mockingly. Her guess was not wrong. Brent would not have treated her this way unless it was for a specific reason.

"Okay." Beverley smiled sweetly. She did not enjoy Brent's unfamiliar behavior, either. She hoped it would all be over soon.

"That's the way it is," Michael commented, seeing Brent's concern for Beverley. "I'm reminded of Chris," he mumbled.

Brent's expression instantly changed when he heard that name. He snorted. "That jerk. I haven't seen him in a while."

Michael sighed. "He's still the same as before. He hasn't changed a bit. I don't know when he'll learn to be responsible like you."

Beverley, who heard that, became curious. "Who's Chris?"

"No need to talk about him," Brent said with a flat expression. He seemed unhappy with the conversation. Both Beverley and Michael ended up keeping their mouths shut.

***

At night, a certain problem occurred that made Brent and Beverley almost fight. It was about the division of their room.

Brent knocked quickly on Beverley's bedroom door while calling her out. The woman, who was already wearing a nightgown, immediately looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you in such a hurry for?!" she asked.

Brent stiffened slightly when he saw Beverley's appearance now. Her satin nightgown was quite sheer and above the knee length. It was styled like a kimono, so the top was not very revealing.

However, Beverley crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breasts. Brent became suspicious. Was she not wearing a bra?

He cleared his throat. "You have to sleep in my room tonight," he said then.

"What?" Beverley was immediately shocked. Had the man gone mad?

"My father is staying here. You didn't forget that, did you?" Brent asked with a furrowed brow.

Beverley was speechless for a moment. Since marrying Brent, she had never slept with him. Let alone sleep together. She had never even gone into Brent's room. How were they supposed to do that now?

"Listen, Brent. Your father is in the guest room. He couldn't have come up here only to check on us!" she protested, not wanting to sleep with Brent.

"You don't know my dad, Bev. He's always coming up and checking things out to convince himself," Brent replied impatiently.

"But I don't want to sleep with you. What if-"

"What if what?" Brent cut off her sentence immediately.

At that moment, they hear the sound of footsteps accompanied by the tapping of sticks on the floor from downstairs. Brent and Beverley looked at each other suspiciously.

The sound of the footsteps began to rise. Brent quickly pulled Beverley into his room. The woman walked with some difficulty, as her leg had not fully recovered. She tried to struggle, but he didn't care.

"Be obedient!" he ordered in a stifled voice.

Beverley felt very upset. She hated how Brent could have so much strength that she couldn't even break free from his grip.

"Slow down, Brent!"

He finally pulled her into the man's room. Brent immediately closed the door and hurried to the bed, leaving Beverley rooted to the spot.

Brent's room was very spacious, and it fascinated her. The ambiance was very different from the room Beverley had always stayed in. It was very dim here. Black and gray dominated the paint, furniture, and minimalist furnishings.

The atmosphere of this room is manly, sexy, and cold, and it carries a feeling of dominance. It truly represented and described Brent's figure and personality.

"What are you doing there? Get over here!" exclaimed Brent, who had sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He pulled the blanket up to his waist.

Beverly was a little hesitant. However, in the end, she still walked over to Brent. Her arms were still crossed over her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra right now, so she was afraid her nipples would be exposed.

Feeling uncertain, she sat on the edge of the bed with her back to Brent. The man suddenly pulled her waist closer until her whole body was on the bed with her back against him.

"Brent!"

"Shhh!"

There was a sudden knock on the bedroom door. "Brent, are you asleep?" Michael's voice sounded from outside.

Brent immediately looked triumphantly at Beverley. "See, my guess was right, right?"

Beverley couldn't say anything. Brent's right hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, and then his left hand pulled her hand that had been covering her chest.

"Brent, you-"

The man suddenly kissed her lips, causing her to widen her eyes. She immediately jerked her head back. The kiss just slipped away.

At that moment, the door to the room suddenly opened. Michael stood there while holding onto his wooden stick. His expression, which had been flat, immediately showed a sweet smile.

"Ah, I seem to have disturbed you."

Beverley coughed a few times. Then Brent asked his father, "What's wrong?"

Michael chuckled. "The guest room downstairs is very uncomfortable. So, I'm moving to this room over here," he said as he pointed to another room next to Brent's.

Beverley, who heard that, could only gulp. Michael was really watching them. She felt like crying over it. Would she be stuck in this room tonight?

"Mm, do as you please," Brent replied.

"Good. Good night then ...." Michael smiled cheerfully before closing the door to the room for them.

After Michael left, Beverley immediately removed Brent's hand from her waist. She pulled away from him. "What should we do?"

Brent unconsciously glanced at Beverley's chest. She had forgotten to cover her breasts again, so he could see her protruding nipples under her plain satin nightgown. His feelings became tense.

"What can we do?" Brent replied unfocused. "He's next door, probably standing guard outside the door."

Beverley noticed Brent's wild gaze. She quickly pulled the blanket up to cover her body. "Brent, don't mess with me!" she exclaimed in a threatening tone.

Before Brent came to bring her here, she had already gotten ready for bed. So she had already put on a nightgown and even took off her bra without feeling wary. Who knew it would end up like this?

Brent took a deep breath. He immediately laid down and tried to close his eyes. He silently convinced himself not to be tempted by that woman.

"Go to sleep. You don't have to worry," he said indifferently.

That didn't really reassure Beverley. However, Michael was next door. If Brent suddenly attacked and harassed her, she might scream.

In the end, she lay down with her back to Brent and pulled the blanket up high. At first, she could stay awake. But as time went on, her eyes began to grow sleepy. Her consciousness began to drift.

Brent, on the other hand, turned his head to the side. He couldn't sleep. It was bad luck that his mind could not escape Beverley.

He watched her wrapped in the blanket. Her long, wavy brown hair spread out on the pillow. Her slender neck looked white and smooth. It tempted him to come closer.

Brent slowly tilted his body. He noticed Beverley's calm and regular breathing, indicating that she was asleep. Brent's feelings became increasingly curious and intriguing.

He brought his body closer to her. An urge to embrace her suddenly arose in his heart. He clenched his hands firmly into fists.

No!

Brent tried to restrain himself. However, the devil seemed to whisper to him, "Isn't she your wife? She is yours. She belongs to you, and you can do anything to her."