When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Carlisle was momentarily confused, unsure if he had heard correctly. A girl her age? The suggestion seemed sudden.

“Are you…?”

Carlisle struggled to understand, his mind reeling with disbelief as Abella explained her seemingly contradictory words.

“Of course, Carlisle, I know you rely on me the most.”

“But why did you say that?”

His question had a sharp edge, which was a change from his usual gentle tone.

“Because I was worried…”

“And what are you worried about?”

“Usually, people meet someone of the opposite s*x when the time is right. However, you have not had that opportunity, my dear.”

Carlisle was speechless. He felt frustrated, wondering what Abella had been thinking all day. He would not have waited passively if he had known she was considering this.

He breathed heavily as he approached Abella with an intense expression.

But Abella stood her ground, shaking her head.

“Mother.”

“……”

“I could meet countless other females, but all I want is you. All I need is for you to be there for me.”

Abella hesitated, as if about to speak, but then held back.

“Was that so difficult for you?”

Abella’s question had a hint of bitterness, which added to her already heavy emotions.

“But I feel like I have to do this.”

Abella clenched her hands and avoided the question. Carlisle persisted. He acted as if he was anticipating her response.

“You know how much I rely on you. You know better than anyone, mother.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“But why did you bring that up all of a sudden? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all, dear. It’s not your fault. I was just worried about you.”

Carlisle’s cheeks turned slightly red. Abella noticed she had stuttered again when their eyes met.

“No, I knew,” she confessed abruptly, aware that her words would wound him.

She bit her lip against the chilly evening breeze, causing her slender shoulders to droop.

She hated herself for seeking comfort in Carlisle’s clear refusal of her proposal.

This was the last thing she wanted him to know.

‘I’m just trying to comfort myself,’ she accused herself, struggling to make sense of her complicated feelings for Carlisle. She had tried everything, but he hadn’t accepted her.

It was the messy truth of Abella’s heart.

‘I’m going crazy, really crazy,’ she muttered to herself, remembering Carlisle waving his short limbs around just a few months ago. The self-doubt overwhelmed her as she wondered what had happened to her.

“I’m sorry.”

Abella apologized weakly, but without any explanation, leaving Carlisle confused.

He looked even more upset when she realized he had misunderstood her apology.

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. But Abella remained silent, staring down at her toes.

“I can’t explain,” she finally admitted, unable to articulate her complex feelings to Carlisle, who saw her as his protector and only family.

Carlisle interpreted Abella’s silence as rejection, unaware of her inner turmoil.

Abella’s sad expression made Carlisle even more upset.

After returning home, they remained quiet for a while.

The house was filled only with stale air.

* * *

Today, Carlisle chose not to add the nephra herb to Abella’s food. He had made it a habit, something he had done since he was an adult, though he couldn’t remember exactly when he started.

Carlisle had grown accustomed to the habit of sprinkling herbs, but he realized it was no longer beneficial.

Keeping his thoughts in mind, Carlisle laughed to himself and threw the finely ground herbs into the trash. Not using them was not the same as giving up his love for Abella.

As Abella prepared to go to bed, Carlisle observed her slender figure. His smile wavered before turning into a predatory smile.

As Abella continued her bedtime routine with her usual composure, a looming shadow drew closer to her.

At that moment, Abella turned her attention towards Carlisle, their eyes briefly locking. Despite her attempt to smile, there was a hint of nervousness in her voice as she asked, “Have you finished everything?”

Although he maintained his composure, Carlisle felt a twinge of nervousness. “Yes, I’ve taken care of everything.”

“Then let’s go to bed now. We’re heading to the mountains tomorrow..”

With that, Abella turned away from Carlisle and got under the covers. The room became dark, except for the faint blue moonlight. Abella shifted restlessly, causing the comforter to rustle.

Seated beside her, Carlisle tenderly ran his fingers through her tousled pink hair. Abella looked up, silently questioning his behavior.

“Mother,” Carlisle began softly, prompting Abella to nod in acknowledgment.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Regarding what you mentioned earlier,”

He hesitated briefly.

“Did you mean it?”

He asked cautiously, his voice strained with tension. His rigid expression also conveyed the anxiety he was feeling. Abella remained silent for a moment, nervously playing with the edges of the covers.

After what seemed like a long while, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes”

The words slipped out, tinged with apprehension. Almost immediately, she added, almost as if seeking reassurance, “But I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything, truly.”

Her eyes were pink and filled with confusion. Carlisle gently replied, “I understand.” He pulled the thick covers tightly around Abella’s neck in response to her plea.

Despite his tender touch, Abella remained unsure. She anxiously watched as he offered a soft smile and said, “I’ll clean up.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to clean up and go to bed right away.”

Abella was tired. She stifled a yawn. The touch and voice calmed her, and her eyelids grew heavy.

“Good night, Carlisle.”

“Good night, Mum.”

“I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too, very much.”

Their usual evening exchanges were made, and soon enough, Abella fell asleep.

The faint sound of her movements stopped as her breathing calmed, leaving the bedroom in complete silence.

The only sounds outside were the occasional chirp of a grasshopper and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Abella lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her delicate face serene. Her pink hair spilled across the crisp white duvet, adding a touch of softness to the room.

After glancing at Abella, who had been asleep for what seemed like hours, Carlisle tore off the top he was wearing in one swift motion, revealing the muscles that had been trapped beneath the tattered t-shirt.

“Mother.”

Carlisle checked if Abella was asleep by swiping his hand over her closed eyes. He smiled with relief when she didn’t stir.

Soon, large hands stroked into Abella’s underwear. It moved up her soft and delicate thighs and then roughly stroked over her p*ssy.

Carlisle stroked Abella without hesitation. She was sleeping peacefully and was unaffected by the drug.

Whenever he touched her, she moved, her eyes narrowing. Her eyes narrowed, and she even flapped her hands in her sleep, as if she thought he was swatting away insects.

However, this only made Carlisle more confident.

His red eyes glowed with fierceness and he clutched at Abella’s br**st. He didn’t stop there and began nibbling at her hidden n*ppl*s.

As if to wake her from her sleep.