Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 36's

After hours, Rachel's feelings of anger toward her beloved family, who were about to poison her, slowly dwindled. “You don't need to feel guilty, I'm fully responsible for myself. I don't want to stop,” he added before Jenson could cut. “I said that I don't want money, and it's true. I also said that I didn't need it, and it wasn't entirely true. And above all, there is self-worth. I'm scared, yes, but I don't want to stop. Oh, stop pacing around and sit here, Jenson” That command almost makes Jenson smile. He came closer and sat on the bed.

“You're better, baby?”

Rachel looked at him long and steady, with a hint of a faint smile “Ya Jenson, I've been lying here for hours thinking about it. I realized a few things. You once called me high-hearted, and maybe you're right, because I didn't think much about money. When Grandpa Robert surprised everyone with his will, I took it as a joke and a slap to those who never cared about him. I already thought they would grumble and complain but that's it.” He raised the surface of his hand. “Only money, they can be that cruel.”

“Have you heard the term greedy or power-hungry?”

“Maybe, I didn't think that far. How much do you know about all those people? They always make me bored or annoyed, but I never think of them individually.” Now he brushed his hair with his hands so that the blanket went down to his waist. “Bianca must be about the same age as me, but I couldn't figure out something that could be in common with us. I may cross paths with Yagil's wife on the street and pass her by without recognizing her.”

"I'm also hard pressed to remember her name,” timpal Jenson, and get ******* from Rachel.

“That's what I mean. We don't really know them. This family, it's like some kind of joke. We don't know who they are and what they are capable of? I'm just starting to think about it. This is no joke, Jenson.”

“Indeed not.”

“I want to fight, but don't know how.”

“The surest way is to stay here. And maybe,” she added, then grab Rachel's hand. The hand felt cold and soft. “Add a little psychological warfare.”

“For example?”

“How about we send a bottle of champagne to each of our relatives?”

Rachel's smile expanded slowly. “Bottle.”

“It will be interesting to see what kind of reaction we will get. Yeah, right?”

“That's a naughty act, isn't it?”

“Uh hmm.”

“Maybe I haven't given credit to your creative brain.” Rachel fell silent as Jenson fiddled with her hair with the tip of her fingers. “I think we need to sleep.”

“Kurasa so too.” But her finger kept coming down Rachel's shoulder.

“I'm not so tired.”

“Boleh," said Rachel, she made no attempt to prevent Jenson from lowering the thin strap of her underwear off her shoulder.

“Or..” Jenson saw Rachel's reaction, she didn't want to make Rachel angry. “We can finish something we haven't done a few days ago."

Rachel pulls her body away from Jenson, she immediately understands that Jenson wants to fuck her, "No Jenson!! I don't want to."

"I know you're so worried that I'm leaving you, but I swear I won't leave you unless you ask for a divorce." Jenson raised Rachel's hand and touched her lips to the back of the hand.

Rachel smears her heart and body that begins to betray her mind, her heart desires love and comfort from Jenson, and her body longs for the man's touch. Without her noticing, Rachel wrapped her hands around Jenson's neck, as Jenson began to close her lips to Rachel's.

“Appointment?”

"Promise me before God, on our wedding day yesterday," Jenson clutched tightly onto Rachel's tiny body, then they plopped into bed together.

Each of them moved slowly, the passion of the moment was comfortable, and easily satisfied with touch. Naf*u stirred in Jenson overflowing through a sigh. Inch by inch he explored Rachel's body with the ends of her fingers, and with her lips. He had waited too long, had wanted it too long, to miss every part they could give each other.

Rachel touched Jenson's body with an equally great curiosity. His mouth demanded and gave. When Jenson's lips parted with hers, looking only at the man's eyes, clouded by desire, darkened by taste, amazed at the jokes shared together. They were together, Jenson thought as she buried her face in Rachel's hair. She and Rachel became a real couple.

Rachel's hand steadily stripped Jenson's warm clothes past her head, she then went down the chest of her husband's field. His skin came into contact with Jenson's skin at every movement. Every move is alluring. With her heart beating, Jenson wanders even lower. With her kisses she studies Rachel's body in ways she could only have imagined. Rachel's body scent was everywhere, faint on her waist groove, sharper on the bottom of her soft breasts*her soft. Jenson followed him and let him dive in his head.

As a groan appeared on Rachel's sigh, Jenson took her even deeper. They reach a point where he no longer knows what they have done to each other, only knowing that the forces have met the needs and the needs have become decisions.

Jenson's skin is wet. Rachel felt the humidity and ventured further. So this is passion. This is the thrilling thirst that every man and woman wants to achieve. His mind was filled with a sensation like his body felt warm and light. The fragility attacked him despite his rigidly curved body and his hands hugging Jenson.

With a gasp of breath, Jenson dragged her mouth back to her mouth. They rolled on the bed. No one feels enough. When he pulled off Jenson's jeans, the man took her even taller. Jenson wanted that passion, for herself and for Rachel. Now Jenson feels the wild power spilling from Rachel. No more thinking here, no logic. He rolled down her again, rejoicing in the breath of Rachel who was hunting.

Rachel grabbed him, with her arms and legs. As they banded together, each witnessed a sense of amazement on the face of his partner. They're already home. Each finds a home the most peaceful place to dock.

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There was silence, freezing, strange silence. They lay on the bed as the wood that Jenson had added to the fireplace split open and sprinkled sparks onto the sealing gauze. They already know each other well, too well to talk about what just happened. So they lie still with the skin cooling down and the heart rate returning to normal. Jenson pulls the blanket over to warm the two of them.

“Merry Christmas my dear wife,” murmured.

With a voice that was also a sigh and laughter, Rachel leaned her body on Jenson's body.