The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 06

The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 06

Back at the Parker Estate, I sank into the bathtub 

and relaxed completely. 

The comments chatted among themselves: 

[Everyone was acting so weird tonight, like they 

were looking at some rare treasure.] 

[And all the women there were either senators or 

senators‘ wives–only you, Freya… you’re supposed to be a senator’s daughter–in–law!] 

I refused to accept it. “Why can’t I be Atticus’s 

wife?” 

[The audacity on you is unreal, hahaha. I’m 

honestly scared you’re going to get a wild hair and 

just kiss him out of nowhere.] 

My eyes lit up. “That’s a great idea I’ll kiss him to 

show how mad I am!” 

The comments panicked. 

I hurried out of the bath, put on my pajamas, and 

knocked on Atticus’s study door. 

He was organizing his books. 

“What is it?” 

“I’m angry.” 

He froze. “Is it because of tonight’s gala? I’m sorry. I should have told you my colleagues would be there. Next time something like this happens, I’ll explain everything to you beforehand.” 

I stomped over to him with all the swagger of 

someone who owned the place and grabbed him 

by the tie. 

“So I’m going to show you how angry I am.” 

His pupils contracted slightly. 

The next second, I kissed him. 

Comments: 

[Who was it that provoked her just now? Step up 

and take the praise!] 

[This is exactly the kind of forced–love thrill we live 

for!] 

I kissed him for a few seconds and darted back to 

my bedroom before Atticus could react. 

I covered my face and screamed, “So soft!” 

A moment later, someone knocked on the door. 

I tried my best to contain my excitement and answered in a small, weak voice, “Already asleep. 

Whatever it is, talk tomorrow.” 

He sounded like he was grinding his teeth. 

“You had that much guts when you kissed me, and 

now you’re hiding from me? Freya, don’t let me 

catch you.” 

The next day, he couldn’t catch me, so he tried to 

lure me with food. 

“I baked the bread you wanted a few days ago. 

Come out and eat.” 

I pressed against the door, drooling at the smell, 

but refused to open it. “I’m not hungry.” 

Like I’d fall for that trick. I’ll just wait until midnight and sneak into the kitchen like a little rat… 

The person outside left. 

In the early hours of the morning, I snuck out of 

my room and tiptoed to the kitchen for the bread. 

Click! 

The kitchen lights turned on. 

Atticus leaned in the doorway, looking at me. “I 

thought you weren’t hungry. Why are you sneaking 

into the kitchen like a little rat?” 

My eyes widened in an instant. 

My mind went completely blank. 

He held out a freshly baked loaf. “You kissed me 

out of nowhere, then avoided me like I was poison. 

You’re really unreasonable.” 

I ate the delicious bread like it was tasteless wax. 

The comments were shocked: 

[How does Atticus read her mind so well?] 

[He even knew when she’d come out to sneak food!] 

I splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom. 

I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and murmured, “He can… hear my thoughts, can’t he?” 

“The phrase ‘sneak into the kitchen like a little rat–I was silently grumbling that to myself while pressed against the door. And he repeated it back word for word.” 

“And last time, when the car was quiet, he kept smiling. Over and over.” 

“And the time before that, when he said ‘So noisy… and even the very first time we met, when he asked ‘Miss Merriweather, was that you talking?‘– he was hearing me screaming inside my head.” 

I braced my hands on the sink. An indescribable pain spread through my chest. 

“I thought we could take things slow and build something. I just found out he’s heard every thought I’ve had since day one, he knows I’ve wanted him all along.” 

“What does everything I did look like in his eyes? Just some entertainment to amuse himself?” 

The comments erupted in outrage. 

[Holy shit, that’s way too cruel! Don’t like him anymore!] 

[Marry the male lead and move out.] 

I stayed silent. For days in a row, I used “going out 

to hang out” as an excuse and didn’t come back to 

Parker Estate. 

My mother called from home. 

“Well, well, so Theodore has been abroad for 

months. No wonder every time we asked, you said 

the marriage discussions were still ongoing and 

told us not to rush. You’ve been using the alliance. 

as an excuse to hide from us in Westfield 

Heights!” 

I hummed in response and hung up. 

But one thought circled in my mind. 

Theodore hadn’t come back for so long! If Atticus 

really wanted me to marry his adopted son, why 

would he drag it out this long? 

There was only one possibility… 

I found Theodore’s email and sent him a message. 

I got a reply the next day: [Miss Merriweather, I 

asked my father to tell you I had another 

last–minute project and you could go back to 

Brineport. Didn’t you get that?] 

[My work is finished now. Since you’re still in 

Westfield Heights, I’ll come back as soon as I can. 

We can talk about the marriage in person.] 

Staring at the lines of text, I finally understood 

everything: Atticus didn’t want me to marry his adopted son. The fact that he had deliberately 

concealed this to keep me in his house meant he 

didn’t feel nothing for me after all. 

I should have been happy. 

But thinking he’d heard my thoughts all along and 

never said a word made me feel like he’d played 

1. me. It left a bitter taste. 

I tossed and turned all night, thinking it over. 

I decided to get back at him!