I Love You, Miss Genius (Bonnie Shepard and Ivor Knight)

Ivor spoke again when he saw Bonnie's lack of response, "What's wrong, Honey? Are you unwilling, or do you think it's right to keep it from me?" His words resembled those of a child asking for candy but not getting any.

Bonnie inwardly cursed him for being childish, but she still went along.

"I know it's wrong to hide things from you," she said, cupping Ivor's face and planting a kiss.

"Is that enough?" she asked.

Feeling the dampness on his cheek, Ivor quietly curled his lips.

"Not enough," he said while tapping his lips.

Bonnie rolled her eyes in silence but followed his lead. She gave him a light kiss.

"Is that enough now?" she asked again.

The corners of Ivor's lips curved wider, though he tried to hide it.

"Still not enough," he said, tapping the other side of his cheek.

Bonnie gritted her teeth but complied.

"Done now?" she asked.

Ivor still shook his head.

"Not yet-"

Before she could finish, Bonnie was interrupted by Ivor's sudden kiss.

His actions were dominant and possessive, causing Bonnie to go weak, her resistance gradually relaxing.

She lost track of time until Bonnie's lips had lost sensation, and only then did Ivor reluctantly stop.

Ivor curled his lips into a satisfied smirk, looking at Bonnie's watery eyes.

"Now it's enough," he said.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at him once more.

"You're taking advantage of me!" Her lips were both sore and numb.

Even though she couldn't see without a mirror, she could feel that her lips were swollen.

"That's not even taking advantage, Ivor said while approaching Bonnie me show you

taking advantage is like."

Bonnie quickly turned her head away. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I'm telling you, don't even think about it." Ivor chuckled softly.

"Honey, you're my wife. Isn't it

natural for me to have such

thoughts? If I don't even have net

mindset towards my own wis

that

what

kind of man would I be?"

"You're good at verbal sparring!" Bonnie scolded him with a glare.

Just as Ivor was about to retort, Bonnie's phone rang.

Glancing at Ivor, she pretended to be calm and answered, "I need to handle some things in the lab and check on the soup." Ivor didn't question further. "Okay."

Bonnie walked into the kitchenette, glancing back at Ivor lying on the hospital bed before answering the call from Collin. "What's up?" she asked.

Immediately, Collin's excited voice came through the phone.

"Ms. Bonnie, I've got great news! I'm getting married, and the ceremony is scheduled for the day after

tomorrow! You must

come!"