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Chapter 129: Missing You

The roar of the sleek white SUV with its black roof softened to a purr, before dying out completely as Owen turned the car into the Ward family’s garage.

Owen leaned back against the soft leather seat, exhaling a long, heavy breath... then inhaled deeply again to adjust his mood. He tried to leave the exhaustion and the negativity from the life-or-death battle he had just survived behind, switching modes back to the 'Old Owen'... the ordinary young man who looked warm and dependable to everyone.

The moment he stepped out of the car and unlocked the front door, a familiar savory aroma floated out to greet him first. It was the scent of 'Beef Stew' simmered to perfection, mingled with the smell of butter and garlic from freshly baked bread.

The lights inside the house were a soft orange, giving off a warm and gentle feeling, completely different from the cold, harsh neon lights of Titan City at night.

Owen immediately felt his tense muscles slowly relax. A feeling of cherishing this moment rose silently in his heart... This was 'Home' and 'Family' that he didn't want to lose. Even though it was simple and not as flashy as Alex’s luxurious mansion, it was worth far more. Because what he valued wasn't the place... but the people inside this house.

"Owen! You're finally back!"

Julian rushed out of the living room first with excitement, holding a tablet as he made a beeline for him.

"You have to see this! I just finished cutting the stream highlights moments ago. Added the effects exactly as you asked. I guarantee the views on this clip will skyrocket!" Julian held out the screen to show off his work with proud eyes.

"Let's see..." Owen took it and smiled faintly. "This is cool, Julian. The editing rhythm is razor-sharp. Your skills have improved a lot."

Before Julian could puff out his chest at the compliment, Damien walked out following him with a wide grin. He walked straight over to slap Owen’s shoulder heavily, before pulling the younger friend into a close hug around the neck.

"Welcome back, buddy!" Damien greeted cheerfully. "Clara told me you’ve been running around like a headless chicken helping her with the storage room renovation, right? Thanks a lot for sparing the time to build a photo studio for Clara, even though you’re busy too."

Damien shook his head apologetically. "If it weren't for you, Clara's modeling project probably wouldn't have started by now. I'm really terrible... so busy with the coffee shop matters that I don't have time to help her at all."

Owen accepted the thanks naturally. "Don't mention it, Damien. It's a small matter. We’re family now. Anything I can do to help, I’m happy to do."

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[The Dining Table]

Dinner proceeded amidst a warm atmosphere. The steam from the large pot of stew placed in the center of the table sent out a mouth-watering aroma. Owen sat on the right side of the table, with Clara sitting beside him (at the edge), while opposite them were Damien and Julian.

The stew pot and the flower vase in the center became a natural barrier blocking the line of sight, making it hard for Damien to see Owen and Clara's side clearly without leaning over.

"Today is truly a good day!" Damien opened the conversation in a good mood, ladling stew onto everyone's plates. "The new shop location Julian found is practically a gold mine. I went to see it; university kids are bustling past all day, and the rent is reasonable... I was truly blind to overlook it."

He turned to look at Julian with a changed gaze... It was a look of acceptance.

"Julian..." Damien put down his spoon and spoke with a slightly wavering voice. "I'm sorry... Before this, I was so stressed about the debt that I took it out on you a lot. Plus... I even stole your money to rotate..."

Julian paused slightly, before sending a smile. "It's okay, Damien. That's all in the past."

"No, it's not. I have to make it up to you," Damien announced loud and clear. "If this branch opens and the profits meet the target, I will share a portion of the dividends with you! Consider it a fee for a consultant and partner!"

"Really!?" Julian’s eyes lit up. "Hope it's enough, because I have tons of things I want to buy! Hehe~"

Laughter rang out around the table. Clara, sitting and listening, smiled happily. She ladled a large piece of meat onto Owen's plate, speaking with the sweet voice of a perfect housewife. "Eat a lot, Owen. The meat is very tender today. I put my best effort into making it~"

"Thank you, Clara," Owen replied politely.

Damien lifted his glass of water to drink, before turning to look at Owen and Clara alternately. He put the glass down and sighed in relief.

"You know, Owen... Since you came in, you haven't just helped with money, but you really saved our family life," Damien spoke from the heart. "Lately, I've been so busy with the new business that I haven't had time to take care of Clara at all. Luckily, I have you to pick her up and drop her off, and help with her work... To be honest, you take care of her better than I do as a husband..."

He turned to smile at his wife. "I'm sorry, honey, for neglecting you a bit. But seeing you happy and having a fire for work like this makes me happy."

Clara smiled sweetly, accepting her husband's words. She spooned soup into her mouth neatly, her manners looking elegant like a proper lady. However... under the long tablecloth that concealed everything, her right hand was not resting on her lap.

The moment Damien said the sentence 'You take care of her better than I do', Clara's slender, soft hand slithered through the darkness under the table, landing silently on Owen's strong thigh.

Owen kept his face straight, sipping water calmly.

Clara's naughty fingers began to trace from his knee... dragging up over the denim fabric slowly but erotically. She deliberately used her index finger to draw circles around his inner thigh, feeling the muscles tense up in response.

"It's okay, darling~" Clara replied to her husband with a voice dripping with sweetness, but her sugary gaze was sent straight to Owen. "I understand that you are busy... and Owen is..."

Her hand shot Whap! straight to the target at the center of Owen's body immediately!

The soft palm pressed down on the crotch of his pants which was starting to bulge, intentionally. She didn't just touch, but rubbed in a circular motion gently, teasingly confirming her own words.

"...He takes care of me 'very well' indeed."

"Cough!"

Owen choked on his water slightly, but quickly adjusted his expression to normal. His sharp eyes flicked to glare at Clara scoldingly, but deep down, they were filled with a fire of desire that had been stoked.

Clara made an innocent face. She raised an eyebrow at him slightly in a challenge, as if to say 'Why? You really do take good care of me, don't you?'

Owen put the glass down slowly... A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He wasn't someone who would let himself be on the receiving end alone.

While Damien turned to talk to Julian about something else, Owen used that rhythm to send his left hand diving down under the table as well.

He didn't use a gentle method like her. The large hand grabbed onto Clara's smooth white thigh, exposed by her casual home skirt. He 'squeezed' and 'kneaded' the soft, full flesh with relish. The grip was so heavy that Clara had to suck in a breath, and he didn't stop there. The large hand stroked higher rapidly until it almost reached the most dangerous point.

"Ah!"

Clara flinched so hard she accidentally knocked her spoon against the rim of her bowl Clink! Her beautiful face flushed red all the way to her ears immediately.

"Is something wrong, honey?" Damien stopped talking and asked with concern.

Clara hurriedly put on a smile to cover it up, even though down below she was still being bullied by Owen's devilish hand.

"N... Nothing. I just... my leg hit the table leg a little. It hurts just a bit, I'm fine," she replied with a slightly trembling voice.

Owen slowly withdrew his hand when he saw he had successfully taught her a lesson. He lifted his glass to sip again comfortably, before locking eyes with Clara, who sent back a look of chastisement mixed with lust.

Both exchanged secret smiles amidst the laughter of Damien and Julian, who had no idea that on this dinner table, there was a 'flavor' hidden that was far spicier than the taste of the beef stew.

One hour later...

When the last spoon was placed on the clean, empty plate, Damien leaned back against his chair, rubbing his belly with satisfaction.

"Ah... Pure heaven," Damien exhaled happily. "Your cooking skills are as excellent as ever, Clara. The beef stew today was so delicious I really couldn't stop eating."

"I'm glad you liked it, darling," Clara smiled sweetly, hiding the shyness from being 'invaded' under the table beneath the mask of a perfect wife seamlessly.

"Damien! You didn't forget our promise, right? That we'd watch 'Last Light of the Galaxy' together!" Julian, who finished eating before anyone else, stood up enthusiastically. "It's a massive sci-fi action movie that just hit the streaming app yesterday! I can't wait anymore. Let's go watch it quickly, I don't want to see spoilers all over my feed!... What about you guys, Owen, Clara? Want to watch together?" When he invited Damien, naturally he invited the others too.

"Okay, okay, calm down, hot-blooded teenager," Damien laughed heartily at Julian's enthusiasm. He made a move to get up and collect the plates. "Let me help Clara clear the table first..."

"It's okay, Damien. You know how much he loves watching movies. Go sit and watch with Julian. I'll help Clara myself," Owen interrupted instantly. He stood up and started gathering the dishes in front of him, before turning to answer Julian jokingly. "Thanks for inviting, Julian, but I don't want to put a space drama plot in my head right now. Haha."

"Next time, Julian. I still have duties to do," Clara, who was wiping the table, turned to smile politely at Julian as well.

"Let's go, Damien! Owen volunteered already, don't reject his faith!" Julian didn't wait, pulling Damien's arm to get him off the chair and dragging him flying into the living room immediately.

Damien could only laugh dryly and shout back, "Then I'll leave the rest to you, Owen! Clara!"

"Yes, darling~" Clara accepted with a clear voice.

The moment the two men disappeared into the living room opposite, the atmosphere around the dining table changed in the blink of an eye... Clara's sweet smile slowly shifted into a smile with a deeper meaning when she met Owen's eyes.

The two helped carry the dishes into the dishwashing zone... which was inevitably about to become a "Relationship Building" area.

The sound of thunderous explosions and machine gun fire from the movie blared from the large TV in the living room, drowning out all surrounding noise. Owen glanced through the doorway, seeing Damien and Julian focused on the screen intently... It was the perfect timing.

Clara, in a casual skirt worn under a sweet floral apron, stood washing dishes diligently. The soft downlight shone on her black hair and smooth white shoulders, accentuating her hourglass curves to look even more outstanding. Especially her round buttocks that swayed gently with the rhythm of her scrubbing.

Owen stood stacked behind her not far away, tasked with receiving the washed dishes to wipe dry. Externally, they looked like family members helping with housework as usual, but the atmosphere between the two was filled with a sexual attraction so intense it was about to erupt.

"Have you checked our OnlyStar account at all, Owen?"

Clara broke the silence with a whispering voice. Her soap-covered hands paused scrubbing for a moment. She turned to look at him with eyes sparkling like glitter.

"The latest clip we posted... it made the fans in the channel go crazy. There are nonstop comments harassing me," she paused, licking her slightly dry lips. "They typed only lewd things... Some even sent messages offering a huge sum of money to buy my 'used panties'. It's really scary..."

Her mouth said it was scary, but her cheeks were flushed red, and the tone she used was laced with excitement mixed with pride that she couldn't hide... Deep down, she was fascinated by the power of her own charm that could spin those men's heads around.

Owen took the last plate to wipe calmly. He placed it on the rack, then moved closer to her a little more... close enough to smell the faint scent of soap mixed with her seductive body odor.

"Are you still not used to it, Clara?" Owen replied smoothly, but his sharp golden eyes licked over her, sweeping from her slender neck, down to the mounds of her breasts heaving under the fabric, and stopping at the wide hips that were begging to be mauled.

"Just your body... is enough to make them drool all over their screens. Not to mention your other charms. When combined... it's like a massive nuclear bomb ready to make every man die of madness."

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his hot breath blowing against her hairline. "As for the harassment... you don't have to worry. You should know well that I have enough power to protect you now. They can only type and watch in front of the screen..."

His voice lowered until it became a growl in his throat. "You should be more worried about 'Me'... whether I can endure your charm or not?"

SMACK!

The sound of a thick palm slapping down on the round buttocks through the skirt fabric rang out loudly! The stinging pain mixed with a thrill shot up until Clara flinched with her whole body. But before she could cry out in protest, the same large hand switched from slapping to "Squeezing" immediately.

Strong fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh with relish, kneading that heavenly lump of meat until it spilled out between his fingers. The grip was heavy, as if to stamp a seal of ownership onto her body.

"Ah...!"

Clara let out a moan, simultaneously being pulled into a hug by Owen from behind immediately!

He yanked her soft body back until her thin back was pressed tight against his strong chest full of muscles. The "Sire" instinct within him was being stimulated insanely by the scent and the seductive touch in front of him.

Owen buried his face into the crook of her white neck, inhaling the sweet fragrance into his lungs hungrily. His high nose bridge traced along the pulse point that was beating hard. Thump... Thump... His hot, wet tongue dragged a light lick behind her ear, until the fine hairs all over Clara's body stood on end.

"W... Wait, Owen! S... Stop first..."

Clara trembled, her face turning deep red all the way to her ears. She tried to resist with her meager strength, turning left and right to look toward the kitchen door paranoidly.

"If they walk in and see, it will be terrible! Let go first... please..." Her voice was trembling, both afraid and aroused at the same time.

But Owen didn't care about that plea at all. He increased the strength of the hug even tighter. His other hand began to naughtily slither past her flat stomach upward.

"Afraid of what?..." He whispered, biting her earlobe lightly and teasingly. "They are watching a movie, they don't care about us... Besides..."

He stopped his hand for a moment, then spun her around to face him.

"Before this... who was it that said they 'Missed' me almost to death?" Owen asked with a husky voice, his golden eyes staring deep into her wavering eyes. "If you said it, you must take responsibility for your words... Mrs. Ward..."

His thumb stroked her plump lower lip gently.

"Come on... try making me 'stop missing' you."

The word "Responsibility" that he emphasized was like a key unlocking the door of lust in Clara's heart. The fear of morality and the eyes of others was swallowed whole by the "Sluttiness" and the longing she had for the man in front of her.

She... lost to him completely.

"Crazy man..."

Clara murmured with a shaking voice, before standing on tiptoe. Even though her hands were still wet with soap suds, she hooked her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and was the one to press her mouth to kiss him deeply!

Owen responded to that kiss with equal heat. He crushed her lips heavily. His hot tongue intruded, tangling and intertwining with her small tongue hungrily. The sounds of sucking and exchanging saliva rang out Schlop~ Slurp~ harmonizing with the sound of the water still running from the faucet.

He pushed her body back until her hips hit the edge of the sink counter, grinding his lower body, hard as steel, against her mound of womanhood intentionally, letting her perceive the size and the desire erupting beneath his pants.

"Mmmm..." Clara moaned in her throat. Her nails dug into his forearm until they almost sank into the flesh. She arched her chest to accept the invading touch, letting herself sink into the forbidden abyss of sweetness.

…

"Hahahaha! Bro, look at that scene! So cool!"

Julian's laughter rang out loudly from the living room, shattering their passionate trance in the blink of an eye.

The couple broke apart quickly as if touching something hot. Clara panted heavily, her chest heaving violently. Her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva. Her eyes were still drifting with the lingering emotion.

Owen raised a finger to wipe the saliva stain from the corner of her mouth. He smiled at the corner of his lips with satisfaction, before sending a gaze with deep meaning to her... A gaze that was a promise.

‘See you tonight…’

Clara pressed her lips together tightly, nodding lightly in acceptance with cheeks that were bright red, before hurriedly turning back to continue her duty of washing dishes... waiting for the time to reach midnight with bated breath...

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