Chapter 142: To Have a Child Early

Words : 1096 Updated : Sep 30th, 2025

Looks like it’s impossible to rely on my eyes to feel anything now, so next I can only slowly explore with my hands.The darkened room is silent, with only occasional faint sounds breaking the tranquility. One by one, the luxurious and exquisite dresses are peeled away from the body, silently falling to the floor. The atmosphere in the room also undergoes a subtle change, becoming both strange and slightly entwined. At this moment, William Foster’s hand accidentally touched Clara Bennett’s soft and tender waist. The sudden touch of skin made the young lady’s body tremble slightly, followed by an uncontrollable feeling of softness. Noticing the other’s reaction, William’s voice suddenly turned more deep: "Little girl, looks like your waist is still as easy to pinch; just a slight touch makes you go weak." After this moment, he wouldn’t have the chance to touch her again. Clara’s face turned slightly red, like a flower just blooming in spring, she gently scolded: "Why do you always love to talk too much?" Her words carried a hint of reproach, mixed with helplessness. Her heartbeat accelerated a bit, but fortunately the surrounding darkness skillfully concealed her embarrassment, while the moonlight outside softly bathed her face like a layer of thin gauze. Clara asked softly, with a tone of care and a touch of shyness: "Should I help you lie down?" William answered decisively: "You go in and sit first, just pull me gently afterward." His voice was full of firmness and trust. Clara responded and walked lightly to the bedside. Her movements were elegant, as if she were stepping gently on soft clouds. William lifted the soft quilt and lay down. "Snap," as soon as he lay down, William was poked by something. He frowned slightly, feeling a bit displeased, this abrupt little situation made him slightly annoyed. This sound didn’t resemble a hidden weapon, it sounded more like something cracking. Clara was also stunned, reached out and felt around his back, and actually pulled out a piece of red cloth. Her eyes were filled with confusion, as if she was trying hard to sort out her thoughts. She said with puzzlement: "It’s a red cloth bag, what’s inside?" Before she finished speaking, a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes. William immediately sat up, his expression serious like a general about to go to battle: "What’s wrapped inside?" His tone carried an undeniable force, inwardly blaming the housekeeper for such negligence at this important moment. He was really annoyed, thinking that tomorrow he must replace all those in charge. On such an important occasion as the wedding night, how could there be mistakes in such details? He had been arranging meticulously for so long, naturally didn’t want any disturbance. Clara carefully opened the cloth bag, under the soft moonlight she looked closely, her gaze stopping on the items inside: "There’s red dates, and... peanuts?" She spoke while showing a surprised look. William’s brow furrowed, clearly displeased: "Are they worried you’d be hungry, that’s why they prepared these?" His tone revealed a hint of puzzlement and anger. Clara thought for a moment, a smile curved at her lips, she whispered: "I’m not hungry, could there be another meaning? Red dates, peanuts... soon—" Her words suddenly stopped, as if a thought flashed in her mind, she suddenly understood the possible symbolism. Wasn’t this a reminder to have children early! Her cheeks couldn’t help but become even more rosy. William and Clara were both getting married for the first time, completely devoid of experience with those traditional wedding customs, nor had they heard of such homonym blessings like "having children early." For these undertones in marriage customs, both of them were obviously clueless. William’s mind was quick, almost instantly he grasped the meaning of this joke. After a moment of being stunned, he began to laugh softly, his laughter seemed to carry a touch of surprise and joy, making it extraordinarily gentle and charming. Clara felt somewhat bemused, her cheeks slightly flushed, pouting she asked in a slight reproach: "What are you laughing at? Wasn’t this wedding arranged all by you? Did you not understand the meanings behind these customs yourself?" William lightly answered, "I really didn’t know." However, as he spoke, he couldn’t help but be touched by some emotion in his heart, as if in that instant he realized some feelings he hadn’t noticed himself. Then he gently held Clara’s hand, at the feeling of her body slowly leaning in, he lowered his head and tenderly kissed her lips. Throughout the process, William’s voice was low and filled with magnetism, seemingly able to easily evoke inner resonance. "It must be the good deeds of my uncles who always worry too much. They’ve been hoping I would marry soon, and quickly welcome a little life, thus finding a legitimate reason to share this happiness." Listening to William’s explanation, Clara leaned her head on his shoulder, muttering discontentedly: "They’re thinking too beautifully, aren’t they! I’m still so young, not wanting children yet." Her tone carried both a playful charm and a determined refusal. William responded to her words in a tone filled with a nearly doting warmth, "Alright, since my dear wife says so, we’ll take it slow then, everything at your pace." His words overflowed with affection. Upon hearing this, Clara suddenly felt an indescribable emotion well up in her heart. This seemingly compromising but actually more like an acceptance of the other’s decision made her feel something was amiss, after all, the two had initially entered a three-year contract marriage without any consideration for bearing offspring, nor had she ever thought about breaking this unseen yet mutually known rule. But just at this moment, William leaned in again, giving her an even more enticing and mind-muddling kiss, plunging her into a state of dazedness, where all rational thoughts were instantly cast aside. Right at that moment, with a casual gesture, the red dates and peanuts placed by the bedside as decoration accidentally slipped from his hand to the floor, emitting a light and crisp sound, ultimately spreading quietly throughout the room. Meanwhile, accompanied by the deepening night, Clara’s waterfall-like soft smooth long hair cascaded down, occasionally intertwining with William’s equally jet-black shiny strands, entwining inescapably, forming an incredibly romantic and warm picture. And at this moment, whose heart was beating faster, whose soul was trembling? The answer to this question seemed no longer significant. Clara asked softly: "Tonight, should I call you husband?" Her voice was gentle, as if fearing to disturb this tranquil yet slightly tense night.

Chapter 142: To Have a Child Early

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