Liza’s face was flushed as she sat there, her head lowered in embarrassment. She could feel the heat rising from her skin, and her heart pounded wildly. But as she took a deep breath to steady herself, a thought struck her. Why should she feel shy now? She had already gone this far! Determined to see this through, she reassured herself. If this was the price she had to pay to recover her taste buds, she would do it without hesitation. Summoning her courage, she placed her trembling hands on Gavin’s shoulders and whispered, “Gavin, we…” Before she could finish her sentence, Gavin effortlessly swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. His lips met her skin with warmth, sending an electric current through her body. Each kiss felt like fire, igniting a storm of emotions within her. Liza’s mind spun, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a gale. Her heart raced, and her entire body felt as if it were floating. Why was she so nervous? They were husband and wife—this moment was inevitable. Convincing herself further, she thought of her ultimate goal: recovering her taste buds. This was the perfect opportunity. Her resolve strengthened, and she wrapped her arms around Gavin’s neck, responding to his affection with unexpected boldness. For a brief moment, Gavin froze. His body tensed as the realization of her actions sank in. The warmth she radiated, the way she moved, and the sheer allure of her presence were enough to drive him to the edge. His dark eyes glimmered with satisfaction as he took her in. Yet, amidst the haze of desire, a flicker of clarity emerged in his gaze. Gavin knew Liza well enough to sense her motives. This wasn’t about passion or love—it was about her quest to recover her senses. That realization tempered the heat burning within him. He ended the kiss, drawing back slightly. His voice was deep and raspy as he called her name. “Liza.” Her eyes fluttered open, clouded with emotion. She blinked at him, her voice soft and uncertain. “What’s wrong?” Her body was still pressed against his, and she could feel the intensity of his warmth. Yet, despite the fire in his touch, Gavin didn’t make another move. Instead, he gazed at her with an enigmatic smile and leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. His voice was calm yet tinged with amusement. “Do you really want this?” Liza’s cheeks turned crimson. She looked down, too embarrassed to meet his piercing gaze. The question hung heavily in the air, and though she didn’t answer immediately, her earlier actions had spoken volumes. When she remained silent, Gavin’s lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Mrs. Stone ,” he said, his tone magnetic, drawing her attention. Her voice trembled as she tried to reply. “I, I…”But before she could form a coherent sentence, he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Do you want me, Liza?” Her head dipped even lower, and she nodded quickly, stammering in frustration, “Alright, stop asking! You’re making me even more embarrassed!” But just when she thought he would close the distance between them again, Gavin chuckled softly. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, but what he did next left her stunned. He pulled away entirely, standing up abruptly. His movements were deliberate and calm as he adjusted his collar. His tone was light but carried a playful edge. “Think about it some more, then.” Without waiting for her response, Gavin turned on his heel and strode toward the bathroom. He opened the door, stepping inside, and before she could gather her wits, he shut the door behind him with a resounding thud. Liza propped herself up on the bed, her face a picture of shock. “What… what just happened?”Her mind raced to piece together the unexpected turn of events. Was he serious? Was he teasing her? Or… Suddenly, a thought hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes widened as she gasped aloud, clutching the blanket tightly around her. Could it be… that Gavin… couldn’t do it? … Liza woke up the next morning feeling groggy but rested. When she opened her eyes, the sunlight streaming through the curtains told her it was already late morning. Gavin, as expected, was not there—he had likely left for work hours ago. She stretched lazily, glancing around the bedroom that still felt unfamiliar despite her having spent the night there. This was the first time she had stayed in Gavin’s room. Realizing she didn’t have any clothes in the wardrobe, she quickly called one of the servants to send over a set of fresh clothes. After a refreshing shower and getting dressed, she decided on her next course of action. Without hesitation, she headed straight to the medical center at Longwan Residential. As Liza stepped out of the house, George, Gavin’s loyal assistant, noticed her and immediately hurried over. “Madam, why are you heading to the medical center?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Ever since last night, George and the butler had been quietly exchanging knowing looks and whispers. To their knowledge, Liza had spent the night in the president’s bedroom. In the morning, she’d called for fresh clothes and even taken a shower there. To them, this could only mean one thing: the couple had finally consummated their marriage! George had even observed something peculiar—Liza’s walk seemed a little off today, as if she was worn out. He nodded to himself, convinced that his boss had succeeded.However, her decision to visit the medical center right after left him puzzled. He couldn’t help but follow her, curiosity getting the better of him. Liza’s face twisted slightly as she tried to come up with a response. What could she possibly say? It’s not like she could tell him the truth! The real reason for her visit was simple—she needed to address Gavin’s health concerns. Last night’s events had planted a seed of worry in her mind. She couldn’t stand idly by while Gavin ignored his own well-being. But how could she explain such a personal matter to anyone, let alone someone as nosy as George? After a brief moment of contemplation, she plastered on a calm expression and replied vaguely, “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just thinking of preparing some tonic soup for Gavin. You know, something nourishing.” George froze, his eyes widening slightly. His thoughts began to race, and an entirely different conclusion formed in his mind. Was the young madam dissatisfied with the president’s… performance?It all made sense now! She was headed to the medical center to get ingredients for a tonic to improve the president’s abilities. George gulped, his admiration for Liza growing. She was not only brave but also considerate enough to address the matter so directly. As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, he suddenly caught sight of Gavin walking toward them from a distance. The man was dressed in athletic wear, his forehead glistening with sweat, suggesting he had just finished a morning workout. Gavin’s sharp eyes flicked to George, then shifted to Liza, who was walking away. His brows furrowed slightly in confusion as he asked, “She’s going to the medical center?” George swallowed nervously, unsure of how to respond. Should he tell the president about his wife’s “plans” for him?