Chapter 79

Was he really doubling down now? Seriously? Say he's being dramatic and he just ramps it up! "Stop acting like a child and eat your food," Bellamy scolded like she was dealing with a fussy kindergartener. "I don't want food. I just want you." Fraser smoothly wrapped an arm around her waist and snatched the bowl away with his other hand, setting it by the bed before tilting his head and leaning in. The subtle scent of oatmeal still lingered on his lips as he kissed her. Bellamy blanked out for a second. "You taste way better than that oatmeal," he whispered against her lips just as she shut her eyes. They were getting a bit too into it when the door suddenly creaked open. Fraser let out a low, annoyed hiss. Why is it always someone barging in at the worst possible moment? Bellamy almost laughed at his frustrated face but held it in. She looked up at the doorway. Marianne stood tall and poised, behind her were a squad of private doctors and bodyguards from the Branwell family. Her face,