Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Have Children Soon
Theodore raised an eyebrow, fixing his gaze on her with a hint of scrutiny.
Luna inwardly cursed and rolled her eyes.
“Go ahead.” She sat up straight, her expression serious. “Tell me — how are we supposed to get along from now on?”
“Have children soon,” he replied casually, a faint trace of humor in his tone.
“!!!” Luna nearly choked on her breath. Her eyes flew wide.
“No! Forget it!” she snapped, voice sharp.
“Why?” He raised an eyebrow again. “Why not? Planning to have kids with Noah instead?”
“Don’t mention Noah.” Luna’s brows furrowed.
“Then…” he started, but she cut him off.
“Don’t mention Jordan either.”
Theodore’s lips curved as he chuckled. “There are only three young men in the Davis family. No Noah, no Jordan — that leaves me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You? Impossible.”
Then, incredulous, “Are you joking? You actually want to have kids with me?”
“Well, it doesn’t have to be right now. Whenever you feel like it,” he said, tone maddeningly light.
“No — forever,” she declared.
“All right then,” he said calmly, “how about tonight?”
Luna’s jaw tightened. She drew in a sharp breath before answering seriously, “Theodore, I know you didn’t want to marry me. You had no other choice. From now on, we’ll live our own lives. No interference. When the time is right, we’ll divorce.”
Theodore stared at her coldly, saying nothing.
“Well?” she pressed.
“No,” he snorted. “You think you can keep this title without lifting a finger? Huh?”
“Hold onto this identity?” Luna frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Marry me but no sex?”
“You can go find other women,” she said flatly.
His gaze turned icy.
She blinked, confused. “Theodore, don’t look at me like that! You should be grateful — I’m letting you have other women!”
“Only you.”
The words came out low, clipped. He stepped toward her.
Her eyes widened; instinct kicked in as she leaned back.
Sitting on the sofa, she had nowhere to go.
What’s he doing?
Sleep with me? Kill me? Or both?
“What—what are you trying to do?” she demanded, shifting uneasily. “Calm down! Stop right there!”
Her hand groped blindly for her phone.
Then the light vanished — his shadow fell over her.
With both hands braced on either side of the sofa, he trapped her beneath him.
Towering above, he stared down at her, eyes dark and unreadable.
Nervous and breathless, she swallowed hard.
“What if… I take you right here?” His voice was low, rough.
“Marital coercion is still illegal,” she shot back, forcing her voice to stay even.
“Do you like being forced?” he sneered.
Her temper flared. She jerked upright, lifting her chin — and their lips collided.
She froze, stunned.
In his eyes, a dangerous heat ignited.
Her pulse spiked; panic surged. She twisted instinctively, trying to break free.
