Chapter 1885

"Lillian can go to him, but you're mine," Marion said, kissing Debra's forehead. "You know I tried."

Emotions didn't come easy to him. When Lillian was born, he didn't feel the joy others did. He cared about Debra. Only with her did he feel human, not a machine.

As a kid, after his diagnosis of emotional detachment, his parents pitied him more. But he couldn't feel it.

Then he met Debra. She was tiny, a cute little thing when he visited the Frazier Mansion with his parents. That was his first taste of life's wonder.

Years later, at an auction, he saw her again. He didn't recognize her until Randy pointed it out.

Maybe it was curiosity. He was attracted to her instantly. As he got closer, he fell for her.

His love wasn't like others'. He wasn't sure it was love, but Debra was his air. Like a drowning man, he needed her.

In the dark, her eyes sparkled like they did when she was younger.

"We'll keep going, no matter what. I'm always here," she muttered.

They had been through thick and thin together. Their souls were entwined and inseparable.

Their lips met, and their bodies merged as they felt each other. Booze made them lose control. Thɪs chapter is updated by find[ɴ]ovel.net

With Lillian gone, they didn't part for hours. At dawn, Debra was exhausted.

As he carried her to the bathroom, she whined, "Ow, my back hurts. I'm too old for this."

He grinned, "I'll do the work next time. You can just lie there and enjoy it."

"That would be worse," she protested.

It was said women hit their peak at 30 or 40, but some middle-aged men were insatiable.

Randy called him ascetic. Hardly.

"If Lillian saw me like this, I'd die of shame," she muttered.

They used to do it anywhere wherever passion hit. The balcony, the kitchen, the living room, and the bathroom...

But after turning 40, she got shy because Lillian had grown up.

Once, they waited till she slept, then snuck to a hotel. When they came back, Lillian sat in the living room, asking where they'd been.

She thought they had grabbed a late-night snack behind her back. They'd done more than that.

"Lillian's grown," Marion mused. "Maybe she should move out. How about Randy's place? They're never home."