Too Late to Love Her Right

Chapter 11 Carlie...

　　Fiona let out a soft hum, like she was half-dreaming, half-pleading. Her eyes were dazed as she pouted a bit and called out gently,

　　"Carlie..."

　　No matter how much hatred was buried in her heart, the truth was - she had no strength left to fight him. If she wanted to break free from this demon, she'd have to swallow her pride and play along.

　　Carlos flinched slightly. It was like someone flipped a switch and lit up a craving he'd tried so hard to bury.

　　That one call - "Carlie" - was what she always used to call him when she was little, trailing after him like a shadow.

　　After she left, the only one who called him that was Debbie. But Debbie's voice, no matter how obedient and soft, never sounded quite like Fiona.

　　God only knew, he'd waited five whole years to hear her say it again.

　　His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at her. Those pouty lips of hers glowed with temptation.

　　And just like that, his anger over her trying to run... melted a little.

　　But Fiona didn't get a response even after calling him, which made her panic. She reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, pressing her trembling lips to his.

　　Carlos was stunned, frozen in place like he'd been hit by lightning.

　　She was kissing him. She actually kissed him - willingly.

　　He didn't get why she was suddenly this forward, but in that moment, he didn't dare overthink it. He just wanted to stay in her warmth for as long as possible.

　　Her kiss was clumsy and hesitant, but still real. Then she reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

　　Carlos stiffened immediately, voice hoarse. "Fiona... what are you doing?"

　　She blinked, the sadness in her eyes replaced with a playful innocence. Her slender fingers worked easily past the buttons, pressing against his chest so softly it made his breath hitch.

　　"Carlie, you want me, right?" she asked, tone low but clear. "Then let me give myself to you, okay?"

　　Carlos shuddered. He never imagined that kind of invitation would come from Fiona, ever.

　　Heat surged from deep in his stomach like a fire that wouldn't go out.

　　And of course, Fiona felt the change instantly.

　　Without a word, she reached for his belt.

　　But just as her fingers brushed it, a strong hand stopped her cold.

　　Carlos gritted his teeth, voice thick with restraint. "You're pregnant. We can't... it might hurt the baby."

　　Fiona shook her head, eyes hazy as she locked on him. "It's fine," she said softly. "I asked the doctor. As long as we're careful, it's okay... Carlie, don't say no. I've got nothing left. The only thing I can give you now is me. I'm willing..."

　　His heart clenched. He sighed, finally pulling her in tightly.

　　"You don't need to trade anything, Fiona. Just stay with me... don't run anymore. This time, I'll let it go."

　　Fiona flinched slightly.

　　She slowly lifted her head and looked at him with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "No... I just want to go to Champs Elysees for a bit. I have something to take care of. Just give me one day, okay?"

　　In a flash, all the tenderness she gave him, all the desire in the room - gone. Like a cold wave had crashed right over him.

　　Champs Elysees. The place where she met Bruce, fell in love with him... and the place they buried him.

　　He was dead! Dead and buried! Why the hell couldn't he just stay gone?

　　She went through all that effort to escape, and it was to go see him?

　　How much did she even love that guy?!