NOVEL WEB Chapter 135: Seen
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The first light of dawn crept through the sheer curtains of the guest room, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet space. The soft chirping of birds outside accompanied the faint rustle of leaves in the morning breeze.
Matthew Hesh stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. For a moment, he was disoriented, his mind hazy from the depths of a dreamless sleep. As awareness returned, so did the memories of the previous night—a night that had been both unexpected and profound.
He turned his head slightly, and his breath caught at the sight beside him. Amber Fitzwilliam lay curled up next to him, her hair cascading over the pillow like a halo of spun gold. Her bare shoulder peeked out from beneath the quilt, the rest of her form hidden by its soft folds. Her expression was peaceful, her breathing slow and even.
Matthew swallowed, his gaze lingering on her serene face. The events of the night before played in his mind—moments of whispered confessions, tender touches, and the unspoken connection that had deepened into something far more intimate. It had been an unplanned step, but one that felt both natural and inevitable.
His hand rested lightly on the quilt, hesitant to disturb her. The warmth of her body against his had been a constant through the night, and now, in the quiet morning light, it felt like a fragile reality he didn't want to break. He let out a soft sigh, his heart heavy with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, awe, and a twinge of uncertainty about what came next.
Amber stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering as her eyes opened slowly. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then her gaze met Matthew's. A soft smile curved her lips, and she pulled the quilt closer around herself as she shifted to face him.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice still laced with sleep.
"Good morning," Matthew replied, his tone gentle. "Did you sleep well?"
Amber nodded, her smile widening. "Better than I have in a long time."
There was a brief silence as they looked at each other, the weight of unspoken words filling the space between them. Amber reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Matthew's arm.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly.
Matthew nodded, though his expression grew thoughtful. "I am. More than I expected to be."
Amber tilted her head, her gaze searching his face. "You don't regret it, do you?"
"Not at all," Matthew said firmly. "But I won't lie—it's a lot to take in. Last night was... unexpected."
Amber chuckled softly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "It wasn't exactly planned for me either. But it felt right."
Matthew smiled at her words, the tension in his chest easing. "It did," he agreed. "And I don't want to take any of it back."
Amber's fingers intertwined with his, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Good. Because neither do I."
They stayed like that for a while, their hands clasped, the morning light growing brighter around them.
Finally, Amber sat up, the quilt slipping slightly as she adjusted it to cover herself. She glanced down at Matthew, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're staring," she teased.
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Matthew grinned, propping himself up on one elbow. "Can you blame me?"
Amber laughed, the sound light and musical, before leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Come on," she said. "We should get up before someone comes looking for us."
Matthew sighed dramatically, making Amber roll her eyes. "Alright," he said, his tone playful. "But I have to admit, I wouldn't mind staying like this a bit longer."
Amber shook her head, her smile never fading. "Matthew Hesh, you're impossible."
Amber had just started to gather her discarded clothing from a nearby chair when a sharp knock echoed through the room, making her freeze. Before either of them could respond, the door creaked open, and Charles Fitzwilliam stepped in.
"Amber, have you—"
Charles stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. Amber, still wrapped in the quilt, stood near the bed, her cheeks flushing crimson. Matthew, still sitting up on the bed, his shirtless form partially covered by the rumpled sheets, froze as well, his expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension.
An awkward silence descended over the room, heavy and suffocating. Charles's gaze darted between Amber and Matthew, his face a mask of disbelief and barely concealed outrage.
"What is going on here?" Charles finally said.
Amber, clutching the quilt tighter around herself, stepped forward hesitantly. "Father, I—"
"I wasn't speaking to you, Amber." Charles's tone was firm, his piercing gaze now fixed on Matthew.
"Mr. Fitzwilliam, good morning. Your daughter offered to stay here yesterday after our date. I couldn't just disagree."
"Yeah but why is my daughter's clothes not donned? Did you make love with her?" Charles asked in a sharp tone.
"I would lie if I were to tell no," Matthew simply told the truth. "Yes, Mr. Fitzwilliam, something happened between us in the room and I'm ready to take full responsibility."
Charles Fitzwilliam's face turned a deep shade of red, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to process Matthew's blunt response. The silence in the room was thick with tension, Amber standing frozen, her cheeks flushed as she clutched the quilt tightly around herself.
"Full responsibility?" Charles finally managed, his voice low and dangerously calm. "Do you even understand what you're saying, Matthew?"
Matthew met his gaze, his expression steady and resolute. "I do, sir. What happened last night wasn't planned, but it wasn't something I regret. I care deeply about Amber, and I'm prepared to face any consequences that come with that."
Charles's eyes flicked to Amber, who was now standing straight, her chin lifted in defiance. "Amber, is this true? Did you—" He paused, clearly struggling to continue. "—did you truly allow this to happen?"
Amber hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, Father. I did. And it wasn't a mistake."
Charles took a deep breath, running a hand over his face. "This is going to be difficult. Now that you had sex with my daughter, you are going to have to marry her."