The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 07

The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 07

I got back to the Parker Estate at eleven. 

Atticus should have been asleep at this hour, but he was sitting on the sofa staring at the clock. 

He didn’t even turn on the lights; the room was 

pitch black. 

I had just stepped into the entryway when he snapped his gaze toward me, his intense stare 

impossible to miss. 

But his voice sounded completely normal. “How 

was your time out?” 

“I had a great time. I went hiking and sang songs. 

I’m just a little tired…” 

I said it with a smile. But in my head, I was really thinking: Why is he still up so late? I purposely came back at night–how did I still run into him? I 

don’t want to see him. 

Atticus’s face changed. “Why…” 

“I’m going to bed now. Good night, Mr. Parker!” 

I didn’t give him time to talk and hurried into my 

bedroom. 

In the empty living room, Atticus stood still, his 

face shadowed. “She called me Mr. Parker again… is she emphasizing the age gap…” 

The next day, Theodore flew back to Westfield 

Heights without warning. 

After we met, he proposed that we go through 

with the marriage alliance but live separate lives- 

he had someone he loved overseas. 

I smiled. “Actually, there’s another way to avoid the 

marriage altogether. You just need to help me put 

on a little show.” 

After hearing me out, his eyes went wide. “You’re 

amazing. You can actually handle someone like 

my dad?” 

At seven in the evening, Atticus came home and 

heard my laughter at once. 

“You’re seriously amazing. You’re nothing like I 

imagined!” 

A quiet unease settled in his chest. He walked 

quickly toward the sound. 

His face paled sharply the second he saw 

Theodore. “When did you get back?” 

“Hi, Dad. I sent you a message. It must not have 

gone through.” 

Theodore finished speaking, then smiled at me. 

“Miss Merriweather and I get along so well. I 

would’ve come back sooner even if I had to skip 

my research… Dad, why do you look so terrible?” 

I chimed in. “Mr. Parker, are you feeling unwell? Do 

you want me to call the family doctor?” 

Atticus’s hand tightened around his briefcase, 

then relaxed. “It’s good you’re home. I’ll make your favorite dishes tonight.” 

Theodore shook his head. “Dad, let the chef 

handle it.” 

Atticus glanced at him, his gaze cold. “It’s a 

welcome home meal for you.” 

He changed and went into the kitchen. 

I kept talking to Theodore. 

“So this piano is yours. Can you play something for me?” 

“Of course. It’s only right for me to play for my fiancée.” 

Theodore sat down at the piano and began playing a piece with genuine focus. 

The comments all praised how well he played. 

I was truly lost in the music. 

Only when I felt Atticus’s heavy gaze burning into my back did I start provoking him with my thoughts. 

What a coincidence. This is the song my first love played when he confessed his feelings… 

I can’t help it–my heart’s fluttering! 

How could anyone not switch sides in a heartbeat 

for a young, hot man like this? 

Atticus’s knife slipped while he was cutting 

vegetables, nicking his fingertip. 

“Hiss…” 

He let out a sound. 

The music stopped. 

I just looked at Theodore in confusion. “Why did 

you stop?” 

He glanced toward Atticus. “I thought I heard Dad 

wince. Is everything all right?” 

I took his hand. “Mr. Parker is an excellent cook. 

What could possibly be wrong? Keep playing.” 

The music started again. 

Atticus looked down, letting the water wash away 

the blood, his calm face twisted with quiet pain. 

At the dinner table, faced with a rich spread, I 

acted like I had no appetite, glancing up at the 

father and son across from me every few 

seconds. 

Atticus asked. “What’s wrong?” 

I shook my head and forced a sweet smile. 

“Nothing.” 

You know… maybe silver foxes are a little too old. 

The son’s young, and he has a tongue piercing? 

Now that’s hot.. 

A sharp crack rang out. 

Atticus’s cutlery fell onto the table. 

He stared at me, unblinking. “What did you say?”