Love's Perfect Match

“We are in a relationship. So, sleeping in the same room shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Elspeth saw a hint of slyness in Callum’s gaze.

Callum still had the same appearance, but the coldness and dignity in his soul had vanished. The Callum before her

was a big ferocious wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.

“Can we sleep separately, Callum? I’m not quite ready yet.”

Not so much prepared as not prepared at all.

Callum’s eyelids did not flutter. A smile gradually crept to his lips as he noticed a flash of dread on Elspeth’s face.

“It’s fine. Everyone has their first time.”

How dirty-minded!

Elspeth shivered as she cuddled up on the bed.

Kneeling beside her, Callum put his hand beside her to take away the quilt.

The next thing Elspeth knew, Callum, who was usually dignified, was lying on the sofa in a suit, leaving the bed for

her alone.

“Let’s sleep.”

Elspeth was unable to react in time. She expected Callum to impose himself on her.

“Callum, you’re the epitome of a gentleman.”

Elspeth’s eyes were welling up with tears. The impression he left on her became even more positive.

He calmly closed his eyes and said, “I’m not. I’ll come back to bed immediately if you say anything else.”

“Don’t! I’ll sleep now.”

Elspeth was terrified and hastily closed her eyes.

Elspeth couldn’t sleep after some time. And the consistent breathing sound by her side surprised her.

In a setting like this, he could sleep.

“Callum,” she called out quietly. The sound of breathing faded quickly, followed by Callum’s somewhat scratchy

voice.

“What is it? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, I can’t sleep.”

Callum was a square. “Keep trying. Count sheep or something. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy tomorrow.”

“I tried, yet I can’t sleep. I’m not sure why.”

In fact, Elspeth knew the reason best. It was most likely because Callum was in the same room with her, and she

felt nervous.

She didn’t want to say anything for fear of making him upset.

“What should we do now?”

Elspeth pondered for a long time before coming up with a suggestion. “How about you tell me a story?”

Callum shook his head. “I’m not very good at telling stories.”

“When I was a kid and couldn’t sleep, my dad would tell me stories to soothe me to sleep.”

Elspeth felt nostalgic as she recalled her childhood.

“Fine.” Callum scowled and added, “There is a construction schedule for Damoria this year. The implementation is

expected to begin on August 30th. To ensure that no one is injured—”

“Stop! Callum, I’m looking for a story, not a piece of news!”

Elspeth felt conflicted as she gazed at the dark figure not far away.

How can a man be so unromantic?

“Then tell me what you want to hear.”

Given his lack of experience, Elspeth quickly suggested, “For example, a gentle and sweet story about small

creatures.”

Callum couldn’t comprehend what Elspeth was saying, so he took out his cell phone and looked up a story.

“Cute Bedtime Stories for Girlfriend…”

Callum grimaced as he read the suggested stories. He took a long time to choose a favorite.

“Once upon a time, there was a little prince who enjoyed eating cherries. The realm was filled with cherry trees,

and the cherry fairy resided among them. The little prince thought that the cherry tree would grow red and sweet

fruit, but it did not for a long time, so the little prince was disappointed. Then a cherry fairy appeared and told the

unhappy little prince, ‘Kiss me, and the cherry will grow.’ As a result, the little prince puckered up and kissed the

cherry fairy. The cherry tree was instantly covered in blushing cherries the moment the cherry fairy blushed. The

cherry fairy whispered coyly, ‘The cherries are already sweet enough, so don’t kiss again,’ as the little prince

puckered up. ‘But you are sweeter than cherries,’ the little prince murmured while blinking.”

Callum’s voice was soothing with distinct hoarseness that drew one in.

Elspeth expected to be so aroused by his voice that she would be too excited to sleep after hearing it. However,

what happened was that she grew so drowsy after hearing his rhythmic voice that she passed out.

She had no idea when she had fallen asleep.

The quilt was on her body when she awoke the following morning. There was no Callum on the sofa.

Elspeth started feeling uneasy. Just as she was ready to leave, the door swung open.

It was Callum. His shoulders were slightly damp, and he was holding an umbrella and a bag of shrimp tacos.

“Are you awake?” Callum placed the umbrella by the door before setting the meal on the table. “I went out and

bought tacos. I believe you will be hungry when you wake up.”

Elspeth nodded. She had only just awoken and hadn’t eaten much the night before, so she was hungry.

At this moment, she felt warm and comfortable as if they had been married for many years.

The tacos on the table made her gulp.

“What’s the problem? Not a fan of tacos?”

Callum scowled unexpectedly.

Elspeth shook her head hurriedly. “No. Of course, I enjoy it. They are my favorite.”

After speaking, she sat at the table and took up the shrimp taco to bite into it. “Mmm! Nice! It tastes fantastic. You

try some.”

Callum’s brow furrowed. “I had a cup of coffee outside. I’m not hungry yet. Tacos are not my favorite. You can have

them all.”

Elspeth nodded. The itching all over her body caused her to drop her food and scratch before she could start the

second portion.

“What’s wrong?”

Callum lowered his gaze to the crimson marks on her arms. He then grimaced. “Do you have a seafood allergy?”

Elspeth’s bangs were drenched in sweat. “Yes… I’m allergic to seafood. However, it is not serious. I should be fine

after a while.”

It stings. So itchy…

Elspeth was short of breath and felt prickly and unpleasant.

“Stop being stubborn. You should have told me that you have a seafood allergy!” Callum quickly dialed 911 and sent

Elspeth downstairs to meet the ambulance.

Elspeth huddled in his arms while mumbling, “I’m fine. Not to mention that you bought them for me, so I have to

finish them.”

“Don’t be silly! What if you die?”

Callum’s tone suddenly became cold.

“If I die, find a beautiful girl to marry and have a child named Elle Winthrop,” Elspeth added with a smile.

She then sighed, “It has a nice ring to it.”

Callum was enraged, and his stare was frigid as he heard her joke. “If you die, Elspeth, I shall smash you to ashes.”

“Yeah. Take my ashes and… What are you talking about? Are you going to smash me, huh?”

This isn’t what you’d expect to see in a . Why do you never play by the rules, Callum?