nashuaworldcup Chapter 527 Indulgence
Chapter 527 Indulgence
Chapter 527: Indulgence
"Ding Dong" someone is ringing the doorbell, "Les Coming" the breakfast delivery person is here.
When my husband heard the doorbell ring, he was sitting on the sofa leisurely flipping through a magazine. He quickly put down the magazine in his hand, stood up from the sofa, walked a few steps to the door, and turned the door handle neatly. As soon as the door opened, he smiled enthusiastically and said to the outside, "Sir, this is your breakfast."
At this time, a male waiter in white work clothes appeared at the door. The white work clothes were ironed very flat without a wrinkle, and the lines of the collar and cuffs were straight, as if they were carefully measured with a ruler. The white fabric exuded a soft luster under the light, and looked particularly clean and tidy.
The waiter was wearing a white hat with the brim pressed down just right, which neither blocked his vision nor blocked his sight, but also added a bit of professional temperament. His face was well-defined, his features were regular, his eyes were focused and bright, and he had a professional smile on his face, which made people feel very friendly.
He held an exquisite cart steadily in his hands. The metal handrails of the cart were polished to a shine and gleamed in the light.
The cart was filled with all kinds of breakfast. On the top were several beautifully shaped plates filled with golden and crispy fried bacon, which had slightly curled edges and exuded an alluring aroma. Next to them were boiled eggs, with crystal clear whites and plump yolks, like a golden gem. There was also fluffy and soft toasted bread, with a slightly golden surface and a faint wheat aroma.
There were several steaming coffee cups on the middle floor, and the aroma of coffee filled the air, making people feel refreshed. Next to the cups was a small dish of sugar cubes and creamer, which were exquisitely packaged and printed with the hotel logo. On the next floor was a fresh fruit platter, with red strawberries, yellow bananas, and green kiwis, colorful and appetizing.
The waiter pushed the full breakfast cart into the room with steady steps, each step was neither fast nor slow, showing his professionalism and confidence. As he walked, he said softly, "Sir, please enjoy your meal."
The morning sun shines through the thin gauze curtains of the hotel room, gently falling on every corner of the room. A waiter in a neat uniform and with a kind face walks into the room with light and steady steps, carefully carrying a delicate breakfast in both hands. The breakfast is very exquisitely presented, with just the right color combination, which makes people's appetite increase at first sight.
The waiter walked to the coffee table in the room, first bent down slightly, and placed the breakfast steadily on the coffee table. Then, he stood up, with a professional and sincere smile on his face, his eyes focused and politely looked at the gentleman sitting on the sofa, and said in a gentle and pleasant voice: "Sir, please be satisfied. This breakfast is carefully prepared for you by our hotel's signature chef. Each dish uses the freshest ingredients to ensure that you can taste the most delicious taste. If you have any needs during the meal, such as needing more tea or wanting to change other foods, you can tell me at any time. When you are done, just call me on the internal line in the room. No matter what I am doing at the time, I will rush over to clean up the dishes for you immediately." It is worthy of being a five-star hotel.
After saying this, the waiter bowed slightly, then smiled politely again, then slowly turned around, walked out of the room in neat steps, and closed the door gently, as if he was afraid to disturb the gentleman who was enjoying his pleasant breakfast.
Principal Zhang immediately replied "thank you" and when he saw the table full of sumptuous breakfast, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Wow, what a hearty breakfast, dear, get up and have breakfast."
In the slightly dim room filled with a faint medicinal aroma, the quiet atmosphere was instantly broken by her husband's sharp exclamation. Qiuyan was originally lying quietly on the soft bed that seemed to carry countless fatigue. Her husband's voice was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves.
Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, full of astonishment and worry. Before she had time to think about what had happened, it felt like an invisible force was pulling her, forcing her to sit up immediately. However, this seemingly simple action was as difficult as crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.
A piercing pain surged from every corner of her body like a tide. The pain seemed like invisible poisonous snakes, wandering and gnawing in her body. Every inch of her skin and every nerve trembled and wailed in the pain. Qiuyan's brows were instantly wrinkled into the shape of a "chuan" character. The dense beads of sweat on her forehead rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, soaking her messy hair.
Her lips were bitten white, and her rosy face turned pale as paper. But the pain was too intense, so intense that she could not bear it at all. She could no longer close her teeth, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of "ouch" from the depths of her throat. This cry seemed to be a distress signal from her in the abyss of pain, carrying endless pain and helplessness, echoing in this silent room for a long time.
"What's wrong, dear?" The husband was preparing to set the table for dinner in the living room. Suddenly, he heard his wife's faint but painful cry from the bedroom, and he jumped up from the sofa in an instant.
He rushed to the bedroom in such a hurry that one of his slippers slipped away. He didn't even have time to turn back to pick it up. He reached the bed in two steps.
When he saw his wife's painful expression, he stood there for a moment as if struck by lightning. His wife's brows were tightly wrinkled into a "川" shape, her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, her lips had lost their former redness, became bloodless, and trembled slightly.
She clutched the bed sheets tightly with both hands, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her body twitched slightly.
My husband felt very guilty, his eyes were full of regret and heartache, his head was almost touching his chest, and his hands kept pulling his hair. He cursed himself over and over in his heart, thinking that this was all his masterpiece last night, and he felt ashamed.
Alas, he sighed heavily, his heart full of regret and self-blame, all because of his greed! This greed was like a demon with bared fangs and claws, rampaging in his heart and making him completely lose his mind.
Thinking back to last night, it seemed like a dream wrapped in desire. He had been suppressing his desires on weekdays, and the days of abstinence were like an invisible cage that tightly locked his instincts. But when night fell and the room was filled with an ambiguous and warm atmosphere, his long-suppressed temper suddenly became like a ignited gunpowder barrel, rising.
His eyes fell on his wife, and her slightly shy and affectionate look was like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, causing ripples. The blush on her face was like the gorgeous sunset in the sky, which instantly disrupted his heart. And the sexual desire that his wife inadvertently revealed was like a fire, completely igniting the long-suppressed desire in his heart.
In that chaotic atmosphere, he was completely overwhelmed by desire. He only felt that his wife was so charming, and every look and every movement attracted him like magic. He couldn't help but get closer to his wife, and the greed in his heart kept surging like a tide. He wanted more, wanted to hold this beauty tightly in his hands, and didn't care about anything else. So, he asked for it again and again, as if he could never be satisfied.
However, when the morning sun shone through the window into the room, the cruel reality was like cold water, waking him up from his dream of desire. He saw his wife lying on the bed exhausted, her face pale, her brows furrowed, and every trace of pain was like a sharp knife, stabbing his heart. His wife's weak appearance made him realize how selfish and stupid his behavior was last night.
He sat on the bed, staring at his wife blankly, his heart full of regret. The regret was like a surging tide, completely drowning him. He kept blaming himself in his heart, why couldn't he restrain himself? Why was he so greedy? He hated his impulsiveness and recklessness, and hated himself for not considering his wife's feelings. He knew very well that his momentary greed had caused his wife to suffer pain that she shouldn't have. This regret was like a heavy yoke that made him breathless. He secretly vowed to learn to restrain himself in the future and never let such a thing happen again.
"Swallow, I'm sorry, just lie down and don't get up, I'll feed you"