When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Her body was still a little stiff, but she felt better with the movement.

Abella was busy as usual, organizing, crushing, and displaying the herbs. In between, she would greet customers, and if something needed to be moved, she would quickly pick it up and move it.

But on this particular day, Carlisle’s reaction was unusual.

When she picked up one of the herb pots, Carlisle came running out of the house, even though she usually takes care of these tasks.

“Uh, Mom!!!”

“Huh?”

“That is heavy; let me carry it.”

Carlisle freaked out at the potted plant, which was barely the size of his palm.

Confused, Abella wondered if he was making a joke, so she held the pot in front of him again.

“Is this heavy?” Something this small?” she asked, meaning it. But he didn’t realize she was joking, so he nodded and coldly took the pot from her.

Abella burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation and tapped him on the shoulder.

“What, why are you being so overprotective today? I am okay.”

“No, you are not okay.”

“Aww, what are you talking about? I’m fine.”

As Abella said this, she looked at the pile of herbs in the storeroom.

“Look at that; I can just carry that.”

The bag was as big as Abella’s body but as light as a sheet of paper, with only the dried herbs inside.

But Carlisle’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Abella holding it up.

“Oh, no!!!”

A loud shout echoed through the shop. Once again, Carlisle rushed over and snatched the goby out of her hand in one fell swoop. He whimpered at Abella like a child.

“Mommy, please don’t pick that up.”

Abella knew that Carlisle usually called her “mother” “Mommy” and then “Mom” when she was at a disadvantage or trying to be silly, which is why she found this situation so adorable.

“It’s no big deal…”

He nudged her playfully. He knew she would think he was made of glass. But even with Abella’s antics, Carlisle’s expression never seemed to lift.

He watched her with concern as she picked up her spoon to eat.

“You’re a worrier today.”

Abella looked away from his intense gaze, embarrassed.

By the evening, her sore p*ssy felt much better. But Carlisle was still unable to treat her like a patient.

“Let me rub your leg,” he said.

“I feel really good now.”

“Still, I think it’ll make me feel a little better.”

“Okay, then.”

“Okay. But how about tomorrow you don’t worry about your mother as much as you do today?”

“That means…”

After a pause, Carlisle muttered quietly, avoiding Abella’s eyes.

“It’s… I’ll try.”

Abella cocked her head. She was puzzled by his uncharacteristic stubbornness.

‘What the hell was going on with him today? Did he have some sort of animal instinct that told him I wasn’t feeling my usual self?’

Unlike Avella, who was lost in thought, Carlisle simply kneeled in front of her on the worn couch, his eyes wide with wonder.

She had just stepped out of the bath. A large hand ran down her smooth thighs. Carlisle stroked her fingertips very gently. As if he were treating a wildflower that would break at the slightest pressure.

He watched her carefully to make sure she wasn’t in pain.

“You don’t have to be so gentle.”

Of course, Carlisle was not deterred this time. He grabbed her ankle and used his thumbs to slide up her leg, inch by inch. The gentle strokes made her feel both cool and ticklish.

Carlisle worked his way from her ankles to her knees, stroking and kneading this way and that.

It wasn’t a bad touch, and she dropped her guard completely, letting her legs fall into his hands.

“Doesn’t feel uncomfortable anywhere, does it?”

He asked quietly as he stroked the back of her thigh. Abella nodded and brushed his hand away as if to reassure him.

“It’s not uncomfortable. It’s so comfortable I’m falling asleep.” Carlisle chuckled softly, pleased with the answer. Then he began to increase the radius of his strokes.

He began by hovering near her lower legs. His hands began to move up her thighs, brushing over the inner flesh that was rarely touched by others.

“Mmmm…….”

Abella squirmed as if tickled. But whether she trusted Carlisle or not, she didn’t show much displeasure when he touched her inner thighs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just a bit ticklish.”

Carlisle smiled shyly. He teased his hand a little deeper.

From the instep to the ankle. From ankle to calf, and then from calf to thigh. Before she knew it, his hand had traveled up her leg and was suddenly near her most intimate parts.

Abella snapped out of her daze, her body sagging under the tiring massage and her legs flailing in discomfort.

“Now, wait a minute. Carlisle, you can’t, uh, go there.”

“Where, here?”

Carlisle replied cheerfully, groping deeper and deeper, as if unsure, until this time he squeezed her p*ssy.

“Oh, you mean I can’t touch you here?”

Carlisle asked, looking up at Abella innocently. Her furry tail, which had been sticking out for some time, was wagging lazily.

“Right, there. Hm, no. Don’t touch.”

Carlisle nodded and pulled his hand away.

“I’ll be careful; I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no. It’s okay.”

‘Maybe he doesn’t know. Because he’s Carlisle. Carlisle’s …… an innocent child who doesn’t know this stuff,’ Abella thought and forced a smile.

Carlisle rubbed her calves again, dutifully concentrating on the massage.

“But, Mother.”

“Huh?”

“Why can’t I touch you there?”

“Huh?”

Abella repeated it like an idiot. She couldn’t hide her embarrassment at the out-of-the-blue question.

“It’s the place you just told me I can’t touch, and I’m not sure why I can’t touch it. I was just curious.”

“That’s where…… um……. Well, I mean…….”

Abella stammered, not sure how to say it. Nevertheless, Carlisle massaged her carefully, waiting for an answer. He could tell by the way his ears pricked up.

“Um, so that’s where… I’m not supposed to let anyone touch it!”

“Anyone?”

“Yeah, because I’m not supposed to let anyone touch this. It’s not just you, but others as well. I’m not supposed to let anyone touch here either.”

“Oh, so the people you care about are okay?”

Carlisle asked again, his eyes shining. This time, the question wasn’t as difficult, so the answer was quick.

“Yes, my loved ones are fine, like my husband, for example.”

“I see…….”

Carlisle’s brow furrowed slightly. Something was on his mind. And then the massage seemed to end. It had been going on for quite a while.

“Mom.”

“Yes?”

Carlisle rose from his kneeling position in front of her, a long shadow falling over Abella’s body.

Now that she saw it, Carlisle was in much better shape than most grown men.

Abella swallowed slowly, feeling nervous as Carlisle gently took her hand in his and pulled it between his legs.

In an instant, Abella’s hand was on the front of his pants.

“Car, Carlisle!”

Panicking, she tried to pull her wrist free, but Carlisle’s grip was firm. He shook his head as he watched her struggle.

‘I’m fine,’ he said.

“What?”

“You’re the most important person to me, so you can touch my c*ck, Mom.”

Abella’s face turned bright red. She wondered where he had learned that word.

Sensing that something was wrong, Abella squirmed.

Hey, I cannot do this. We should not touch each other in this way.

Abella looked up and locked eyes with Carlisle. He stared back at her with his naturally innocent face, as if nothing were wrong.

He said, ‘But you’re the most important person to me.’