"The Sickly CEO’s Shared Senses" Chapter 38
38. She Is a Blessing
"Tara, you're here."
He called her name softly, the indifference in his eyes unconsciously dissolving into ripples of tenderness.
Just as he was about to get up, she had already walked over to him, kicked off her slippers, and sat down on the carpet beside him.
"Killian."
Tara suppressed the urge to cough and looked at him warmly and seriously. "Smoking is bad for your health."
Having said that, she immediately searched through her phone and finally shoved an enlarged photo in front of his eyes. "Look!"
Killian focused his gaze and found it was a medical image of a pair of lungs that had turned completely black.
"This person died of lung cancer because they smoked all the time!" she said with a solemn expression.
Killian’s lips curved slightly, feeling amused. "Is that so?"
"Yes, really!"
Tara withdrew her phone, covered her nose, and leaned in close. Her shimmering large eyes looked at him earnestly. "So Killian, smoke less in the future, okay?"
Having said that, as if remembering something, she lowered her head and muttered softly, "If you keep smoking, I won't let you kiss me anymore."
Killian stared at her silently for a few seconds before reaching out to rub her head.
"Okay."
After speaking, he withdrew his hand and stood up. "I'm going to brush my teeth."
As the words fell, the unfinished cigarette between his fingers was heartlessly extinguished and tossed to Little X nearby.
The sound of water soon rang out from the bathroom.
Tara looked at his retreating back with some surprise. After a moment, she couldn't help but smile.
She had done it!
Killian was truly willing to listen to her now!
As expected, being his girlfriend came with such privileges.
When Killian emerged from the bathroom, he heard the cheerful sound of the girl humming a song coming from the kitchen.
He looked toward the kitchen.
She had already put on an apron, and her beautiful long hair, which usually hung loose, was tied up, with only a few strands falling over her soft forehead.
This made her look even more gentle.
The water in the pot was starting to boil, and the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was crisp and rhythmic.
His cold home, because of her arrival, seemed to finally possess a bit of warmth from the mortal world.
He quietly watched the girl's soft and beautiful profile, his thoughts fluttering.
Fate is sometimes unfair, but sometimes, perhaps it is just.
At least, it had given her to him.
Tara was humming as she prepared to put the pork ribs into the pot to blanch them, when she suddenly felt warmth at her back.
She was stunned and looked back. "Killian, what is it?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to hold you."
Killian spoke as he leaned down slightly, like a lazy large dog, gently rubbing his chin against her soft, fluffy hair.
ADVERTISEMENT
A faint feeling of hunger came from her stomach.
So he's hungry,
Tara thought silently.
Amused, she turned around and stood on her tiptoes to give him a comforting kiss on the cheek.
"It’ll take a while for the food to be ready."
She looked at him warmly and spoke softly, as if coaxing a child. "Can you wait a little longer?"
Killian met her gaze.
She was likely a natural enchantress; her long, curled lashes were like little hooks, making one's heart itch.
"Tara," he called softly, his magnetic voice slightly raspy.
Tara blinked. "What is it?"
He let out a low laugh and suddenly leaned in. Using his height to his advantage, he pressed his nose against hers. "I've brushed my teeth."
Tara didn't immediately realize what he meant; she only felt her heart beating uncontrollably fast. "Hmm?"
As the sound left her lips, his large hand had already firmly clasped the back of her slender neck as he leaned down.
The water in the pot boiled more violently. The sound of the rolling water mixed with certain sounds that made one's heart race, filling the entire kitchen.
"Breathe."
After an unknown amount of time, he gently held her chin and commanded tenderly yet domineeringly.
Tara looked confusedly at his handsome, moving lips, not catching his words for a moment. "Hmm?"
This innocent look was so cute it was foul play. The thick desire in Killian's eyes gradually dissipated, and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms, leaning down to kiss the top of her soft head.
"So cute."
His voice was already pleasant to hear, but now that it was fully saturated with laughter, it was devastatingly charming.
Tara's earlobes heated up slightly, but her eyes couldn't help but stare straight at him.
"Killian."
Killian looked into her eyes, understanding what she wanted, and was joyfully prepared to accept her wonderful invitation for 'one more time.'
His lips couldn't help but curve up. "Mhm?"
To his surprise, in the next second, she spoke: "My water is boiling."
She looked at him with a hint of unnoticeable regret in her eyes. "Can you go play over there for a bit, okay?"
Killian: "..."
By the time they finished dinner, it was already past 8:00 PM.
At that time, Killian was having an online meeting. Tara, being bored, grabbed a pillow and lay on the carpet in front of the window, browsing Weibo.
Her Weibo account had been registered since her first year of high school. Occasionally, she would post some drawings she created when inspiration struck.
Over time, she had accumulated a group of loyal fans who liked and supported her work, as well as some regular clients who commissioned her.
She hadn't been online for long when she saw a familiar old fan send her a private message.
Meatier Than Succulents
: [Knock knock, Great Master Begonia! I want to commission you. You can set any price you want!
ADVERTISEMENT
Raises paw
Please grace me with your favor!]
Seeing this familiar speaking style, Tara couldn't help but smile.
[Meatier Than Succulents] was Tara's first fan and had supported her silently for many years.
It could be said that a good portion of the three million followers her account now had was due to this fan's spontaneous promotion.
Therefore, after seeing this commission message, Tara immediately clicked to reply.
Begonia in Light Rain
: [No problem! No charge for you. You can tell me what kind of commission you're looking for first.]
Less than ten seconds after her message was sent, Meatier replied:
Meatier Than Succulents
: [Ahhh! The Great Master agreed! I'm so happy and excited! But I absolutely must pay...]
She first stated her determination to pay, and after finally wearing Tara down into agreeing, she stated her requirements:
[I want Great Master to help me draw a fanart of the male and female leads from the anime "Chronicles of Sakura Ripple" #Shy #Shy. The specific requirement is: the male lead, Lan Xingye, is gripping the female lead, Yue Sakura, by the waist and pinning her against a floor-to-ceiling window, kissing her intensely. The scale should be a bit larger; try to make the size difference and sexual tension as strong as possible. I want the kind of feeling that is better than sex without actually having sex. Do you understand, Great Master Begonia?]
After reading this set of requirements, Tara's expression was a bit complicated.
Oh no, she had agreed too soon—this was forcing her to draw something erotic!
Her expression was hard to describe as she replied with difficulty: [Understood, but it might take a while.]
Tara had never drawn anything like what she described; she really had to study it first.
Meatier Than Succulents
: [Hehe, no problem! I'm in no hurry. Take your time, Great Master. You can just send it whenever it's finished. Thank you for your hard work! #Flowers #Kiss #Heart]
After exiting the message box, Tara was faced with a dilemma.
So, how should she draw it?
Those requirements sounded very intense.
Maybe... she should find some related anime resources to watch and find some inspiration?
With that thought, Tara stole a glance at Killian, who was still in the meeting. After making sure he wouldn't come over, she clicked on her WeChat chat with Chloe:
[Chloe, help me out.]
ADVERTISEMENT
You May Also Like
-
CompletedChapter 19
Daddy's Runaway Little Bird
Frederick Heinrich von Herheid never expected to find a girl dying in the middle of his private hunting grounds. She had no name. No memories. No place to call home. With nothing but pity—and a feeling he couldn't quite explain—he brought the mysterious girl back to Herheid Estate. He planned to give her shelter until she recovered. He never planned to fall in love with her. Arabella was sweet, affectionate, and hopelessly spoiled once she realized how much Frederick indulged her. Every day she tested the limits of his patience, and every night she found new excuses to keep him by her side. "Fritz," she would pout, curling her fingers around his sleeve, "I think I deserve a reward tonight." Frederick would sigh, pretending not to notice the sparkle in her eyes. "Greedy little bird," he would murmur. "One day you must learn restraint." Unfortunately for him, she never did. Then her memories returned. And with them came a horrifying realization. Arabella Sofia Sinclair was the only heiress to the Sinclair Grand Hotels, one of Asia's most powerful luxury empires. And somehow— She was already married to Frederick Heinrich von Herheid. Terrified by everything she couldn't remember and the dangerous feelings she still couldn't resist, Arabella waited until Frederick left on a business trip. Then she ran. A year later, Frederick finally tracks her down in Macau. The missing little bird is back where she belongs—surrounded by wealth, adored by her family, and determined to keep her distance from the man she once trusted with her heart. But Frederick has never accepted defeat. And certainly not when it comes to his wife. When a mysterious European billionaire arrives at the VIP lounge of the Sinclair Casino, Arabella is sent to welcome the guest personally. The moment she sees him, her blood runs cold. A wedding ring gleaming on his finger. And those impossible blue eyes fixed entirely on her. "Good evening, my beautiful wife," Frederick says softly. "I've missed you every day for the past year." His gaze drops to her trembling hands before returning to her face. "And you?" A slow smile curves his lips. "Did you miss Daddy?" ◆ "Sweetheart," Frederick whispers, cornering her beneath the glittering lights of the casino, "you wouldn't want your father to discover that his precious daughter is already married, would you?" "You're insane," Arabella snaps. "I know all the bad things you did! You’re a devil!" His smile only deepens. "Oh?" Frederick reaches for her hand. "Then stop struggling, little bird." "The devil wants to hold you now."Healing Romance|Mutual Pining|Age Gap|Plot Twist|Instant Marriage|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance|HE22.8k words5 0 -
SerialChapter 5
The Blood He Waited For
Twelve centuries ago, Lady Aurelia Ravenshire died in the arms of the most feared vampire in history. Count Evander Valmont never recovered. For 1,247 years, he searched for the soul he buried with his own hands, watching kingdoms rise and fall, empires crumble, and centuries disappear into dust. Then he finds her again. Not as a noblewoman. Not as the girl he loved. But as Vivienne Whitmore—a sleep-deprived medical student drowning in exams, student debt, and hospital night shifts. She doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember the castle. She doesn't remember the life they shared. And she certainly doesn't remember dying. But her blood does. The moment a single drop touches the floor, the vampire world descends into chaos. Ancient predators begin hunting her. Old enemies emerge from the shadows. And the immortal man who once lost everything is forced to confront the one truth he fears most: Vivienne may carry Aurelia's soul... But she is not Aurelia. As memories awaken and obsession collides with destiny, Vivienne must decide whether the impossible connection pulling her toward Evander is the promise of a second chance— Or the beginning of another tragedy. Because some loves survive death. The dangerous ones survive eternity.Healing Romance|Age Gap|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Vampires|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|HE5.4k words5 29 -
SerialChapter 16
The Wife He Took for Granted
After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.Human Nature|Healing Romance|Reunion Romance|Love After Marriage|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|Second Chance|HE14.9k words5 3 -
CompletedChapter 66
Owned by the Devil
Rain hammered against the stone steps of St. Mary’s Cathedral. Mia Clarke backed away instinctively. One step. Then another. Until the cold stone hit her spine and there was nowhere left to go. The convoy had arrived less than thirty seconds ago. Black SUV. Headlights flooding the churchyard. Men in dark suits moving with military precision. And in the middle of all of it— him. Damien Lancaster stepped out of the car like violence wearing a tailored coat. He was devastatingly beautiful. That was the worst part. His looks weren't safe; his charm wasn't human. He was beautiful the way a loaded gun was beautiful: cold, polished, lethal. The priest tried to shield her. Two men pulled him aside instantly. Damien never even looked at them. His eyes stayed locked on Mia the entire time. She felt a sick twist in her stomach—she realized he was furious. Not a loud fury. Not rage. Something quieter. Something infinitely worse. It was the silence of a decision already made. In that quiet, he had already decided the fate of everyone here. “Mia.” Her name left his mouth softly. Almost gently. It frightened her more than a shout ever could. She turned to run. He caught her before she cleared the last step. One hand clamped around her wrist. The other dragged her hard against his chest. No hesitation. No softness. He smelled like rain, menthol smoke, and expensive whiskey. “Mia,” he repeated near her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear it, “did you really think you could disappear from me?” She pushed against his chest with everything she had. “Let go of me.” That finally made him smile. Slowly. Beautifully. Wrong. “You vanished for eleven days,” he said quietly. “I stopped sleeping on day three.” The church bells rang overhead. Nobody moved. His men didn't even dare to breathe. Damien lowered his head slightly, forehead nearly touching hers. And in that terrifyingly intimate moment— she understood something too late. This man was not trying to win her back. He already believed she belonged to him. Forever.Dark Humor|Mutual Pining|Plot Twist|Yandere|Instant Marriage|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|HE73.7k words5 89 -
CompletedChapter 50
The Alpha’s Defiant Vamp: Beg For Me
Blurb: "I, Alpha Killian Vance, reject you, Evangeline Frost, as my mate." With those cold words, my destiny was shattered. Framed for a crime I didn't commit, rejected by the golden Alpha I had secretly loved for years, I was hunted like an animal by the very pack I called home. Forced to the edge of the border cliff, I chose freedom over a fake trial. I jumped. And the black ocean swallowed the weak, broken Omega whole. Two years later, Blackwood’s invincible Alpha falls into an ambush. He wakes up chained in silver, bleeding and broken, expecting a monster. Instead, I step out of the shadows. No longer a packless slave, but the supreme Sovereign of the Night, burning with lethal hybrid blood and wearing a crown of ruby and ice. I grip his golden hair, forcing his proud head back as my fangs slide out. “Now, Alpha Vance... who is the master, and who is the dog?” Killian is desperate to crawl back to me, his inner wolf begging for my venom, but a Scorpio never forgets. Will the Alpha’s lethal addiction be his salvation, or will my vengeance burn both our kingdoms to ash?Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Vampires|Werewolves|Glow-Up|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|HE53.2k words5 58 -
CompletedChapter 38
The Mafia King’s Collateral Girl
When Ivy Bennett’s father disappears overnight, he leaves behind only two things: crushing debt… and her name on a contract belonging to the most feared mafia king in New York. Lucien Moretti is cold, untouchable, and dangerously beautiful—the kind of man people lower their voices around. The kind of man who ruins lives without raising his own voice. Ivy was supposed to be temporary collateral. A debt to collect. A girl trapped inside a monster’s world. Instead, she becomes the one thing Lucien can’t control. Between midnight coffees, violent secrets, and a dangerous attraction neither of them can survive, Ivy slowly discovers the terrifying truth behind the rumors: The mafia king doesn’t just want to own her. He’s becoming addicted to her. But monsters don’t fall in love without destroying everything around them first. And Lucien Moretti has never been known for mercy.Healing Romance|Mutual Pining|Age Gap|Dark Secrets|Contract Relationship|Yandere|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|HE42.9k words5 30