Chapter Seventy-Three

EVELYN'S POV 

The company had been released from hold, and I was now receiving messages from both new and old partners, eager to collaborate with my company. It was clear these developments were all due to Leonard's influence—who else could it have been? I hugged him tightly and thanked him, my heart brimming with gratitude.

As I reflected on everything, my thoughts turned to my father. He would be so happy to hear this news, and I couldn’t wait to share it with him. The company’s revival meant I had to get back to work. However, I knew there would be challenges. For one, I wouldn’t take back the workers who had resigned. Even though I was confident they would try to return, I had already decided to move forward without them.

Just as Leonard and I were discussing plans for the company, my phone buzzed again. I glanced at the screen—it was a notification from the media. They had announced that my father, Wyatt, was not guilty and that further investigations would confirm the allegations against him were untrue.

I looked up at Leonard and smiled before immediately calling my father to share the good news.

“Hey, Dad!” My voice was full of excitement. “The media just declared you not guilty. You’re free!”

“How is that possible? We haven’t even done anything yet—I was waiting for the court’s call,” he replied, sounding puzzled.

“Well, thanks to Leonard,” I explained.

My father sighed deeply, a sense of relief audible in his voice. “I’m thankful to him,” he said gently.

After the call, I turned back to Leonard. He had been watching me the entire time, his eyes filled with admiration. I couldn’t help but fall even deeper for him. I pulled him closer and kissed him, resting my body against his in the process.

With my company back in action, I realized I needed to start organizing things. I emailed my secretary, asking her to prepare a list of vacant positions and advertise them in the media. Everyone familiar with Wyatt Corp would jump at the chance to work with us again—we were among the top companies, after all.

“You shouldn’t dive into work immediately,” Leonard said, his tone firm yet caring. “You need time to heal.”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, “but I can work from home. I’ll need my own laptop, so I need to go back home.”

His face darkened at the mention of me leaving.

“But I want you here,” he said softly. “My mom wants you here too.”

“And what about me? My work needs me. My dad needs me,” I countered.

Leonard didn’t respond. Instead, he kept his gaze steady, his emotions unreadable.

By now, it was almost lunchtime. As usual, Leonard helped me to the room, massaged my legs, and then joined me in heading to the kitchen, where his mother had been preparing our meal. On the way, I tried to convince him to let me move around independently, assuring him that I was completely healed and no longer in pain. But he simply wouldn’t listen.

He excused himself from the kitchen, leaving me with his mom. I shared the updates about my company and my father with her, and she shared in my joy. The rest of our time together in the kitchen was spent with her teaching me a few recipes.

When lunch was ready, we set the table. This time, I insisted on walking and moving independently, much to Leonard’s mother’s initial reluctance. However, I assured her I truly felt no pain, and she eventually relented.

We waited for several minutes for Leonard to join us, but he didn’t show up. His mother stood up to go find him, but I stopped her.

“I’ll go,” I said with a smile.

She hesitated. “Leonard won’t want to see you walking around by yourself.”

“I’ve got this,” I assured her before leaving the kitchen.

I checked the balcony, but Leonard wasn’t there. I looked in the bedroom—still no sign of him. I even went outside the house, but he was nowhere to be found.

Deciding to call him, I went back to the bedroom to grab my phone. As I entered, I thought I heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. Curious, I tiptoed over and opened the door slightly.

What I saw made me gasp. Leonard was standing stark naked, his back to me. His body was tense, and his erection was undeniable. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but he seemed lost in his own world.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped inside the bathroom.

Leonard turned, his eyes widening in surprise. “Step back,” he said, his voice laced with restraint.

But I didn’t listen. Instead, I moved closer to him, my heart pounding in anticipation.

“What’s wrong?” I managed to ask, my own arousal beginning to build.

His gaze met mine, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re hurt. I’ve been trying to hold back, but I can’t anymore. I need you. I’m sorry.”

Before I could respond, he swept me into his arms and kissed me deeply. His lips were hungry, devouring mine with an urgency I’d never felt before. His hands roamed over my body, rough and insistent, igniting a fire within me.

Despite his usual carefulness around my injuries, Leonard seemed unable to hold back this time. He pressed me against the cold tile wall, his lips trailing down to my neck and then to my breasts. He sucked on them fervently, eliciting a moan from deep within me.

He was wild, untamed, and utterly irresistible. I knew he couldn’t wait much longer, but I wanted this moment to be unforgettable. Summoning all my strength, I stopped him, placing a hand on his chest.

“We should take our time,” I whispered, my voice sultry.

He looked at me with eyes full of confusion and desire, his breathing ragged. I doubted he even heard me because he pulled me in for another searing kiss.

But I gently calmed him down, and when he finally let go, I knelt before him.

I took his erection in my hand, wrapping my fingers tightly around it. Slowly at first, I began to stroke him, applying just the right amount of pressure. Especially on his cap. His groans echoed in the small bathroom, each sound sending waves of heat through my body.

As I increased the pace, Leonard’s head fell back, his body trembling with pleasure. The room was filled with the raw sounds of his desire, and I reveled in the power I held over him in that moment.