The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 358

Joseph touched his nose and took a deep breath to quell the rising heat inside him, then turned to his own closet to pick out what he would wear.

After some consideration, he decided on the suit Vivica had bought for him a few days ago.

The sound of the shower filled the air, and just imagining the scene inside was enough to test his self-control. To save time, he grabbed his clothes and went to wash up in another bathroom.

Inside, Vivica washed her hair and scrubbed herself clean, worried that she might not smell perfect and leave him with a bad impression. But since they were in a rush to get to the marriage registry, she couldn't linger and had to speed things up.

Half an hour later, she opened the door, drying her hair with a towel. “I’m done. It’s your turn.”

The bedroom was silent.

She took a few steps into the room and saw that it was empty. Where had he gone when they were in such a hurry?

“Joseph,” she called, opening the door and stepping into the hallway.

No answer.

“Joseph!” she called again, her voice louder this time.

“What’s all the shouting for?” Joseph emerged from a bathroom at the end of the hall, also drying his hair with a towel.

Vivica was about to say, “It’s your turn,” but when she saw he had already showered, she remembered the house had several bathrooms. He didn’t have to wait for the master one.

She pressed her lips together. The sight of his open bathrobe, revealing a firm, sexy chest, suddenly made it hard to breathe, and she turned to go back into the room.

The hum of the blow dryer filled the room. Her soft, fragrant hair danced between his fingers, and their eyes met in the mirror. Vivica couldn't hold his gaze and looked down.

His fingers moved gently across her scalp, and she couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but it felt deliberate. Each light touch sent a tingling sensation through her.

Vivica had never known her scalp was such a sensitive spot. The tingling traveled down her spine in waves, making her shiver as if an electric current was passing through her.

Lost in a daze, she felt like a puppet, and Joseph was the master pulling her strings. Everywhere his hands went, a fire ignited, awakening every part of her.

The early morning light streamed in, illuminating the soft bed and the delicate furrow of her brow.

After the storm passed and the waves receded, the bright winter sun caught the massive diamond on her finger. Its fire was dazzling and brilliant, a perfect reflection of the climax that had just exploded in their minds.