Psycho villain I Raised Wants to Marry Me-Chapter301 – Go to the room…
“Liar. The school beauty must have been stunning. How could you not remember her at all?”
Atticus’s gaze met hers, unwavering. “I really have forgotten. I can’t remember other women. I only remember one.”
“One?”
“Yes. From the first moment I saw her, she was etched deep in my soul. I’ve loved her… for nine years.”
Clarissa’s hand froze, a pang striking her chest. Her eyes glimmered, reddened with something she tried to suppress. He instinctively cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek.
“I’ve wanted her since I was a teenager,” he continued, voice low and reverent. “I never thought I’d finally get her… until just now, when I held her on my desk…”
Clarissa flushed, eyes bright and shimmering, her shyness melting into passion. She blinked, holding back tears, scolding him softly, “You jerk… always so indiscreet.”
He pressed her fingers to his lips, kissing them gently as if he were kissing her very soul. Clarissa’s body relaxed, her palms warm, her mind dizzy with desire.
In the heat of the moment, her shirt slipped to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their breaths mingling. “Let’s… go to the room…”
Just as he lifted her, there was a knock at the door.
“Mr. Atticus, a document needs your signature.”
He froze, and Clarissa wiggled slightly in his arms. “Atticus… put me down…”
He kissed her fiercely several times anyway, stepping toward the room.
Another knock came, hesitant. “Mr. Atticus? Hmm… did he step out…”
“GET OUT!” he roared, voice echoing.
The nurse froze, nearly dropping the papers. “I… I’ll just leave the document on the floor…”
The corridor fell silent. Inside, however, there was no peace. Clarissa was pressed against the wall, his lips tracing her neck, her head tilted, gasping. “Put me down…”
“Clarissa, can you walk on your own now?” he asked, voice low, teasing.
She glared at him but wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him. “Let’s not stay here… let’s go inside…”
His grin deepened. She sounded so soft, so coquettish—and he found it irresistible.
After placing her on the bed, he leaned in, but Clarissa blocked him.
She curled herself up in the blanket, peeking up at him. “Atticus, you should go to work.”
Atticus laughed, watching her cocooned in the covers. “Clarissa… do you think I can’t do anything to you like this?”
His hands moved to either side of her, leaning closer.
But Clarissa wasn’t the naive girl she once had been. She hooked her arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, and whispered in his ear, “Atticus, be a good boy and go to work. I’ll reward you properly when we get back, okay?”
Atticus froze, stunned. The smile on her face was utterly intoxicating, her palm resting lightly on the back of his head. Even knowing she was teasing him, he felt like she held his very lifeline in her hands. His heart raced; even someone like him, usually so in control, felt a blush creeping across his ears.
His breath hitched. Taking a deep inhale, he rolled her over, blanket and all, and showered her face with kisses, releasing months of pent-up desire.
“Atticus!” she gasped, her fingers tracing the crescent moon-shaped scar on his chest. “Be good! If you are, I’ll love you even more, okay?”
She was breathtaking in his arms, like a delicate crescent moon, impossibly alluring.
He lowered his head, brushing her damp hair gently. “No taking it back…”
Clarissa blinked, remembering the reward she’d promised, then chuckled and nodded. “Okay, no taking it back.”
“Then… you’ll listen to me tonight, right?”
She bit her lip, smiling faintly. “Okay… whatever you say, Atticus.”
Satisfied, he pressed her down once more. “Before that… let me collect some interest.” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Clarissa struggled with muffled whimpers, but it only made him deepen the kiss further. It lasted so long she nearly couldn’t breathe. When he finally released her, she gasped and hit him lightly. “Hurry! Get me some clothes and run me a bath!”
She lay back, lazily stretching across the bed, still flushed from their earlier passion. Yet once she tried to move, her back and waist ached, sore from their exertions.
Atticus leaned closer. “I’ll have someone bring you clothes later. Rest a while…”
“Mmm…” Clarissa’s eyes softened as they met his. For a moment, she realized she had never truly tried to understand him before, and perhaps now she could was.
As he turned to leave, she called softly, “Atticus…”
He paused. She was already on her feet, leaning in to press a light kiss to his lips. “Go on… I’ll wait for you,” she whispered.
She walked into the inner bathroom, leaving him standing there, fingers brushing his lips, momentarily dazed.
Clarissa had changed. The naive girl of the past had bloomed into a woman radiating charm and sensuality, each movement captivating, each glance intoxicating. He drew a deep breath, forcing himself to look away. He needed to calm down.
Atticus stepped out and went through the documents the nurse had brought. Scanning them quickly, he signed where needed. Then he noticed the chaos he had left behind—papers and items scattered across the desk.
He bent to pick up the mess and called for a cleaner. The man froze at the scene. “Mr. Atticus… did… someone make trouble here?”
Atticus looked at him meaningfully. “Want a change? Throw all of this away. Then buy new stuff… the style…”
The cleaner’s jaw dropped. His hand brushed over something soft—black lace, delicate, faintly perfumed.
The cleaner stammered, stuffing it into his pocket. Now he knew for certain: someone had been here. A woman. And she was in his office.
“Not done yet?” Atticus called.
The cleaner jumped, gathering the coat. “It’s done. Mr. Atticus… do you still want this?”
Atticus nodded. “Yes. Put it there.”
Not long after, there was a knock at the door again.
It must be Clarissa’s clothes being delivered. Atticus called out, “The door’s unlocked, come in.”
With a soft click, Eleven stepped inside, carrying a bag of packages, her expression light and cheerful.
Setting the bags down, she smiled at Atticus. “I also brought some desserts.”
“Take them to her; they’re inside,” he said. Eleven nodded and quietly stepped into the room.
Clarissa had just finished showering and was wrapped in a towel, massaging her aching back when she heard the knock. Thinking it was Atticus, she said instinctively, “Come in.”
Seeing Eleven’s figure, her familiar face, Clarissa paused. “Eleven…”
Eleven’s smile stiffened for a moment, but she reacted quickly, shutting the door behind her with a click.
Outside, Atticus raised a brow, curious about what Eleven was up to.
Inside, Eleven moved closer to Clarissa, pulling out a small notebook and scribbling quickly. Clarissa glanced at the page, feeling a mixture of helplessness and anticipation. Eleven was clever, always a step ahead.
Clarissa nodded. “Hmm…”
Eleven began writing again. “Because… of your family?”
“Partly for them.” Clarissa smiled and beckoned her closer.
Eleven leaned in immediately, and Clarissa whispered into her ear. The expression on Eleven’s face shifted from confusion to surprise, and finally bloomed into pure joy.
Clarissa hushed her with a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell him yet.” Eleven nodded obediently, then began opening the packages.
Clarissa’s eyes widened. “You actually bought this?” She was genuinely hungry after her earlier workout.
Grateful, she eagerly took a bite.
Eleven scribbled a sentence on the paper: “The Chief said you liked this.”
Clarissa looked at the words with a smug smile. “He knows everything.” In the past, it might have felt unnerving to be so completely understood, so exposed. But now? She realized it was just a reflection of his love for her.
Eleven left the room in an even better mood, approaching Atticus.
Atticus glanced up, puzzled. Why is she so happy? It’s not like she’s in a relationship…
He set down his pen. “Did she eat it?”
Eleven nodded, gesturing enthusiastically. “She said she liked it very much.”
After a polite farewell, she prepared to leave. Atticus called her back.
“Wait. Your throat is nearly ready for your first surgery—you’ll have six in total. Be prepared, and stick to a light diet. Don’t miss a single day of medication.”
Eleven’s face lit up, a radiant smile spreading across it. She nodded vigorously and bowed respectfully before stepping out, closing the door behind her.
Atticus returned to the documents on his desk. He had finished reviewing all of today’s patients—only three had been seen, the rest carefully filtered. He compiled tomorrow’s appointments, entered them into the system, and completed his work for the day.
A glance at the clock showed 6:50.
He stood and walked into the room. Clarissa was in a massage chair, eyes closed, resting peacefully.
Hearing his footsteps, she opened her eyes slowly. Their gaze met, and once again, he felt his heartbeat skip.
Eleven had bought a white chiffon dress. After changing, Clarissa looked completely transformed, effortlessly elegant and refined.
Atticus stepped forward. Clarissa rose, hooking her arms around his neck. “What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Clarissa…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re… so beautiful.” He held her gaze, wishing this beauty belonged only to him.
She kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear, “Eleven has such good taste. I love this outfit. But I haven’t braided my hair in ages… can you do it for me?”
Atticus felt the warmth of her breath tickle his skin, his chest heaving. “Okay…”
He placed her on a nearby chair and picked up a pearl hairband, working skillfully. Soon, her hair was tied in a side ponytail, perfectly framing her high crown. Clarissa ran to the mirror, instantly pleased.
Atticus walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
“Yes… Atticus, you’re amazing.” She smiled at her reflection.
He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, voice low and hoarse. “Then… how about making it up to me?”
Clarissa laughed softly. “You…” She turned, kissing his lips. Taken aback at first, he immediately deepened the kiss.
As he tried to push her toward the sink, she stopped him. “Atticus, no—that’s not enough.”
Her lips, already red, seemed to glow even more. Atticus held her gently, calming his own racing heart, and hummed softly in agreement.
Clarissa cradled his head, coaxing him with a gentle voice. “I’m so hungry. Let’s go eat, okay?”
He inhaled her scent deeply, his breathing slowing, but his gaze remained intense, almost predatory. “Then… let’s go eat.”
She smiled and followed obediently, side by side with him.
Seeing the wind picking up, Atticus draped his trench coat over Clarissa’s shoulders. The two of them walked close, their bodies nearly touching, intimacy written into every step.
“What do you feel like eating?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Anything’s fine.”
Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep—but she liked being out with him like this, alone together.
She slipped her arm through his. “Let’s check over there…”
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Chapter301 – Go to the room…
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