Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 839 Haven't You Tried It Last Night?

Daphne averted her gaze away from Louis and looked at the shirt in his hand. "H-How did it get wet? They were still dry earlier when I—"

She noticed a few damp spots on the shirt before she finished her words, and she went up to him. "How did this happen?" she mumbled while taking the shirt from him.

Louis whispered, "I don't know."

In the past, Daphne would've had him wear the shirt as it was. Youngsters were healthy enough not to let a few damp spots bother them.

However, he was now down with a cold, and the weather had gotten much colder lately.

At that, she draped the shirt over her arm and said to Louis, "Have a sit first. I'll dry it with the hairdryer for you."

Louis replied, "Okay."

Daphne took a few steps, about to enter the bathroom, but then stopped and turned around. She dove into her bedroom, took a throw out to the living room, and handed it to him, saying, "Here, cover yourself with this."

Louis had just wanted to put the throw aside right after taking it from Daphne when he hesitated for a few seconds under the latter's gaze before unfolding and draping it over his shoulders.

That said, his front was still bare.

At that, Daphne went up to him and pulled the corners of the throw across, concealing his body entirely under it. Finally, she nodded in satisfaction and said, "Alright, stay here, and don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

Louis looked at her and asked, "Do I get a reward for it?"

His request stumped Daphne, and for a moment, she thought she would fall into his black, quiet eyes as she met them.

A long while later, her face turned rosy when she finally came around and realized what he meant. "Your reward is that I dry your shirt."

With that, Daphne dove into the bathroom and turned on the hairdryer.

There were only a few damp spots on Louis' shirt, and they weren't too wet. It was much better than the hoodie she had soaked and could be wrung out while washing dishes the day before. They dried quickly.

In less than ten minutes, the shirt was warm and dry.

Daphne spread it out and pressed it against her face to make sure it was completely dry before handing it to Louis. "Put it on. I'll go wash the ones you changed out of."

After putting the clothes that had been soaked by rainwater into the washing machine, Daphne clapped her hands and thought, Great, now that there's a change of clothes, it's much more convenient. Hold

up… Why should I give him the chance to change his clothes here?

Daphne stood in the laundry room for two minutes, feeling a headache coming on.

Well… That's fine. At least it's better than him being half-naked like earlier.

When she returned to the living room, Louis had already changed into the dry t-shirt and was sitting there watching TV.

Daphne's gaze involuntarily fell on the TV screen, which was still playing a reality show…

She hurried over, wanting to grab the remote control and turn off the TV, but accidentally tripped on the carpet, causing her to fall directly onto his lap.

Daphne froze for two seconds, then instinctively turned her head and unexpectedly met his beautiful eyes.

Louis quirked his brows, seemingly asking her what she was doing.

Daphne chuckled awkwardly, then quickly grabbed the remote control to turn off the TV. Just as she was about to get up from his lap, she felt a hand on her waist.

Louis withdrew his gaze and looked out the window, completely focused.

His voice, however, was deep and hoarse. "Don't move."

Daphne froze again. Is this for real? Are young men really in such great shape that their manhood

awakens so easily?!

She didn't dare to move, just quietly lying on his lap, feeling her whole body going numb.

After a while, Daphne finally mustered the courage to speak, "Are you… still feeling it?"

Louis lowered his gaze to look at her and drawled, "Didn't you try it last night?"

At a loss for words, Daphne buried her head in the pillow and stopped talking.

She didn't know how long had passed when Louis grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

Daphne tidied her messy hair, coughed twice, and asked seriously, "Have you taken your medicine for the night?"

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Daphne stood up. "I'll boil you some water, then. Go to sleep after taking the medicine, alright? You should be almost recovered by tomorrow. You won't have to skip your classes."

In the kitchen, Daphne touched her burning cheeks and felt that her breath was hot.

Suddenly, she felt like she had wasted several years of her life, even though she was a few years older than him.

Even if someone with more experience took her place, they wouldn't be able to resist him at all, either.

After the water was boiled, Daphne waited for it to cool down a bit before bringing it out.

While Louis took his medicine, Daphne sat on the armchair aside and checked the time. It was almost 10.00PM.

After he finished taking his medicine and put down the cup, she tentatively asked, "Should I drive you or call you a taxi?"

With an unchanged expression, Louis threw the foil wrapper of the cold medicine into the trash can and said, "Either is fine."

Daphne immediately stood up and said, "Let's go then!"

Louis grabbed her hand. "I meant tomorrow morning."

Daphne hadn't even had a chance to speak when she felt her wrist being pulled. Her body leaned to the side, and she ended up sitting on Louis' lap.

Daphne widened her eyes. "You…"

Louis slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, and his gaze, profound and dark, fell on her slightly parted lips. "Is this okay?"

What do you mean, 'Is this okay?!' Explain yourself clearly!

Daphne's lips twitched, and before she could answer, he had already turned his head and kissed her.

Daphne's hand on his shoulder involuntarily tightened. Gradually, she circled it around his neck.

Soon, Louis let go of her and placed her on the couch. He continued to kiss her, from her lips to her neck, one hand supporting her back, the other hand holding her waist, doing nothing beyond the threshold.

Daphne's breathing became uneven as she listened to the sound of the rain outside. She said, "It seems like the rain is getting heavier."

Louis murmured in agreement and fell silent for a moment before saying, "I checked the weather forecast. It'll be sunny tomorrow."

Daphne was a little surprised. "Really?"

She thought the rain would last for several days.

"It should be."

Daphne hesitated for a moment before asking, "Did they say anything to you when you went to your sister's earlier?"

Louis replied, "They did."

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"I don't have any thoughts." Louis' voice was very plain. "Maybe the problem really lies with me, but I can't convince myself to call a stranger my father."

"No, don't think like that." Daphne shook her head. "Your sister definitely didn't mean that. She just hopes that you can gradually accept it. After all, besides her, your father… is one of the few relatives you have left in this world."

"Growing up, the word 'father' has always had negative connotations in my eyes," Louis said.

That was why Aidan would say all that to him.

Whether it was Jethro or the other person, neither of them made him feel any hint of familial love.

He didn't need it before, and he didn't need it in the future.

Daphne gently patted his back and said softly, "You can stick to what you believe, but you don't have to reject others' kindness, either. And don't doubt that love can bring you warmth and a sense of belonging."