Fit For Your Love

Rachel's body froze, and she subconsciously tensed up.

Everett sensed that.

He was holding her, and he could clearly feel her body's change.

She was rejecting him.

Subconsciously.

Everett tightened his grip on Rachel's waist and pulled her into his arms. He looked down at her and saw the embarrassment in her eyes.

"I just want to hug you."

He whispered with a low, deep, magnetic voice. Although Rachel's body was still stiff, she relaxed a little.

However, her heart was still thumping.

He was her husband, and they should be intimate. But Rachel was not willing to be hugged or kissed by him and she didn't know why.

She didn't know why she acted so.

"Everett, I..."

Rachel felt that she should say something, but she didn't know what to say.

She was his wife and they had a child. But she refused his intimate actions after the car accident. That was weird.

But she really could not accept his touch.

Everett looked at the struggle in Olivia's eyes, took her into his arms, put his chin on her hair, and said, "Take your time." There was no smell of smoke, alcohol around Everett, but just the smells of books and coffee, which were familiar to her.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

And she liked these smiles, but she still couldn't accept his touch.

Even just being hugged by him made her felt suffocated.

Rachel didn't say anything, but her hand that was tugging at Everett's shirt tightened.

She felt a little uncomfortable.

And...breathless.

Rachel's body stiffened when she heard a cheerful giggle, then she looked up at the second floor.

The little girl held a doll in her arms and was hiding at the stairs. She stretched out to look at Everett and her, and a small white cat beside her feet was also looking at them. The little girl covered her eyes with her little hands, while the Scottish Fold blinked at them.

Rachel blushed when she saw these two little heads. She found the little girl was actually watching them through her separated fingers. She became more embarrassed. Although she was embarrassed, she no longer felt bad.

"I'm going to bath Coco. You can do your own work."

She pushed Everett away and went upstairs.

Everett stood there, watching Olivia go upstairs. His eyes fell on her red ears.

She still resisted him.

Coco looked at Olivia with innocent eyes. Then she ran away quickly. "Oh! I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!"

The Scottish Fold followed her running and meowing, "Meow..."

Olivia shook her head helplessly, but a smile appeared on her face.

What a smart and mischievous little girl.

Coco was a three-year-old, smart and lively girl.

She was not introverted or quiet. She called her mommy the first time she saw her after she woke up.

She wasn't shy and she could become friends with anyone.

Rachel almost couldn't believe that such a child had a mental illness.

But she trusted Everett and Tony.

The little girl could be so healthy because they were around her.

Rachel looked at the little girl lying on the bed whose eyes gradually closed, and said softly, "In the end, the piggy family lives a happy life..."

The little girl completely closed her eyes and her grip on the doll loosened.

Rachel carefully took the doll away, tucked her in, and then looked at the sleepy cat lying next to the little girl.

Tony brought them the cat before she woke up.

Coco liked it very much, and the cat was also very close to Coco.

Coco named it Furry. It was fat and was like a rice ball when it squatted down.

Rachel stroked Furry's little head. Furry narrowed its eyes, meowing.

Rachel smiled, and she lowered to kiss the little girl on her forehead. Then she touched Furry's little ears, turned off the lights, walked out gently and closed the door.

It was a big three-story house but with Coco here, she didn't feel the house was empty at all.

But now it was night and everyone was quiet, and Rachel felt that the house was big and quiet.

It was so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat.

Rachel looked ahead, at Everett and her bedroom.

Although she resisted his touch, they slept together.

They did not sleep in different rooms, and a married couple shouldn't do that since they didn't quarrel.

Rachel never thought about sleeping in different rooms with Everett.

But...

Thinking about what happened at the door came to mind, Rachel clenched her hands.

She was a little nervous.

But soon, Rachel loosened her clenched hands, calmed down and walked to the bedroom.

She would try to accept him.

But...