Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

It was early in the morning.

The rain stopped, the thunder ceased, and the wind went eerily silent.

Volunteers were cleaning up the mess left by the debris flow and caring for the injured who had been saved out last night.

Inside a single tent for the injured, Cecelia's eyelashes fluttered, and slowly she opened her eyes.

She had a terrible headache and a sore throat. The rain last night brought on a bad cold.

Then she stretched her arms and legs, relieved to find that she was nothing serious.

The scenes of last night came into her mind.

She sat up with elbows and looked down at herself. Her clothes had been changed, and she was now clean inside and out. The scrapes on her arms and legs had been medicated and bandaged.

Looking around, she fixed her eyes on a figure in the corner of the tent. Kevin curled up in a chair with his eyes closed.

He was still in his yesterday's clothes, dusty and torn. His hair was a little untidy, and his face haggard.

The fingers were lapped with white gauze.

Her heart beat thick. His fingers were badly hurt after he dug for hours last night to save her.

A wave of emotion swept through her heart.

She lifted the blanket on her, coming up to him.

"Kevin..."

Kevin woke up with a start, looking at her.

She was awake, hugging herself.

"Do you feel alright?" He asked, a little embarrassed.

"Well, yes." Cecelia looked at him with her eyes glittering.

"I asked a nurse in the rescue team to change your clothes and give you a bath last night," he explained, afraid she might misunderstand.

"Oh, really?" She looked disappointed, still gazing at him.

Kevin avoided her eyes.

"You're still running a fever. I'll get you some antiphlogistic medicine and antipyretic," he said as he staggered up.

"Don't move!" Cecelia gripped him by the arm and said anxiously, "You've hurt yourself! Show me your hands. Does it matter? Did you see a doctor? There's no good doctor here. Let's go back home now, and I'll take you to the best doctor to treat your hands."

She couldn't imagine how he managed to dig her out with his own hands.

If he couldn't get timely treatment for his hand, they might wither up and become useless!

He looked at her nervous face, and suddenly, a smile as bright as a firecracker exploded across his face.

"You're laughing?" Cecelia, noticing his smile, whispered with tears. "You're a genius at games. Why dug with your hands? You are not a transformer! What if your hands…"

"I'm fine." He raised his bandaged hand and wiped her tears away.

She stopped sobbing and gazed upon him and vaguely remembered he had given her mouth-to-mouth breathing after she was saved out.

Aware of the heat in the atmosphere, he withdrew his hand and turned.

"You shall have a rest first…"

As his last word fell, Cecelia threw her arms around his waist, pressing herself on his back.

"Kevin, I know you have feelings for me... Let's be together, okay?"

She never took him as her brother.

There was a long silence before Kevin said with a trembling voice, "I'm your half-brother... Do you know what it's called if we're together?"

Incest.

It was a shame to the Smith family, and they would be laughed at by everyone.

They would never be blessed by anyone.

When he saw her buried alive last night, there had been a moment when he had lost control, and the hidden beast had burst forth.

But now, his cool head was back.

He had to maintain his sanity.

The girl in front of him was his half-sister.

She could do as she wanted regardless of anyone's feelings, but he couldn't.

Cecelia was silent for a moment, her little face frowned as if she wanted to explain something, but she could only bite her lip and say, "Let's find a place where nobody knows us. I don't believe that we can't find a place to accept us!"

"So you're going to give up your family and have them disown you?" Kevin shook his head in disapproval.

She paused, gritting her teeth, "I want nothing but you! You may rest assured that my parents will not blame me, and they will understand me. I don't have to give them up, they will not disown me."

Kevin frowned. How was that possible?

He dismissed this as nonsense, turned around, and took her hand slowly away from his waist.

"That's enough. You should go."

"Kevin!" Cecelia's eyes were reddish about the rims. "I can go, but look me in the eye and tell me, you really don't like me? If I wasn't Robert's daughter if I wasn't your sister if I was just a girl not related to you, would you be with me?"

If he had no feeling for her, how could he have rushed to save her with both hands, risking his life?

He stared at her, wanting to reject her as cruelly as he had done before, but somehow, he could not say it again.

In his heart, there was a voice answering her.

He would be with her.

Had she not been related to him, he might have been with her early.

He couldn't deny it.

The wilful brave girl had already walked into his heart.

At first, he felt she had something in common with Savannah, who had been obstinate and stubborn.

But slowly, he didn't know why and how he was attracted to herself.

But why, why was this girl his half-sister?

He didn't reply, but Cecelia had heard his answer, and, with a bright smile on her face, she rose on her toes, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips.

Her lips were soft as he had tasted the night before, much warmer this time.

For a moment, he was lost in the kiss, and for the first time, he could not help reacting. His tongue tentatively stroked hers.

Unconsciously, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He seemed to forget all trifles and worries and put aside their relationship and identity.

He fastened the tent flap so that no one would come in, and then they moved to the folding bed as they undressed each other.

"Kevin..." She closed her eyes, lying down stiffly on the temporary bed.