Chapter 708 - Finally Indescribable

"I got it, you go out first." Laila covered her face with both hands, never feeling so disgusted with her aesthetic and auditory preferences. She was usually a very rational and calm person, so how did she lose all control when facing him?

"Okay! I'll go out and prepare things. Remember to finish your breakfast!" After saying this, Roy excitedly ran out.

Left alone, Laila stared at the invitation, then suddenly wrapped herself up in the blanket, covering her head and body entirely.

When she finally let the blush on her cheeks subside, she went downstairs to find her mother, Quentin, grandparents, and little William all sitting in the living room. Seeing her appear, the expressions on everyone's faces were subtle, so subtle that Laila almost ran back to her room.

"How did you tell them?" Laila greeted her family and then took Roy to the side.

"Just told them that we're going on vacation together." Roy grinned foolishly. "Laila, I'm so happy."

"...It's obvious." Her eyes weren't blind. His happy expression seemed to be written directly on his face, and just looking at him made her feel a wave of happiness overflowing.

Seeing him like this, she couldn't bring herself to say, "What I said earlier doesn't count." Moreover, seeing him so happy, her mood also lifted, as if she could share his feelings just by being with him.

But if it was just a vacation, what was with the subtle expressions from her family earlier? Could it be that her mother revealed yesterday's events?

Laila's face turned red at the thought. If Janet really did spill the beans, the whole family would know the truth behind Roy's sudden vacation. Oh God, if that's the case, she wouldn't be able to face anyone.

In fact, she misunderstood Janet. She did mention it, but only to Quentin. As for Lord Oswald's side... Let's just say that the Moran family was too small; everyone went for a walk in the same direction after dinner. While Roy overheard their conversation, not far behind, Lord Oswald and his wife were also there.

Like Roy, they didn't intend to eavesdrop, strictly speaking, they were there first. Since Laila and Janet didn't look ahead, they didn't notice their presence not far away.

So, what Laila saw this morning was a result of this peculiar atmosphere, especially with Lord Oswald, who was initially quite satisfied with Roy. He was willing to endure these years according to Janet's instructions, holding back his desires because he understood the pain of being unable to have further intimacy with the woman he loved daily.

But this morning, after Roy got Laila's consent, he joyfully announced the vacation plan to the whole family.

Now, Janet and Quentin were naturally on board. Lord Oswald could guess what this young man was up to, but he couldn't stop it. The Moran family was large and prosperous, not overly concerned with social status. As long as there was genuine love, they were content. Roy's willingness to wait for Laila for so long proved that he genuinely cared for her, not wanting her to suffer any harm.

With such a person by Laila's side, they could be at ease.

The problem was, although he knew everything, he couldn't shake off the discomfort in his heart. Thinking that the cabbage he had been raising for over twenty years was about to be taken by the pig, his mood was understandably not bright.

In this awkward atmosphere, Laila dragged Roy away the next day, escaping from home to the pre-arranged vacation destination. Faced with the family's subtle glances, she would explode due to brain congestion.

Roy took Laila to the Rocky Mountains, specifically the Vail Ski Resort, one of the largest ski resorts in the United States. With over 5,000 acres of skiable terrain, it was among the world's largest single-mountain ski resorts, featuring nearly two hundred ski trails and over a hundred designated ski runs.

To ensure that Laila had a holiday to remember, Roy consulted many friends before deciding on this location.

After checking into the hotel, Roy stood with Laila in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the pristine white snow outside. "How is this place?"

"It's beautiful." Laila had fulfilled little Laila's wish for skiing in her past life. She had done it for her, not in this place but in another ski resort, enjoying the thrill of gliding.

Honestly, she wasn't someone who sought excitement too much, but since it was little Laila's wish to go to paradise, she had to do something for her. Living for her and taking up the family that should have belonged to her, she had to do something in return.

"Roy." She held his hand. "Thank you for being by my side." Also, thanks for giving her a different life.

Being with Roy made her realize how lonely she was in her past life. If she were to go back now, she might not be able to bear the loneliness that came with it.

Perhaps it was a case of "easy come, easy go." Only when you've experienced it do you know how wonderful it is.

Roy, holding her hand, kissed her on the forehead. "That's what I want to say. Thank you for being with me."

Before going to sleep, he had thanked God countless times for his kindness. Even though he had irresponsible parents, he was given a sensible younger brother and the sunshine that saved his life. Without Laila, he might have been struggling with poverty alongside Abel. Or worse, he could have ended up in jail due to criminal activities.

"Laila, I love you." He hugged her tightly, wanting to blend her into his bones and blood, never to be separated.

Feeling his emotions, Laila also hugged him back. "I love you too."

The next moment, he picked her up around the waist, and she exclaimed. When she looked up, she met a pair of eyes so fiery that they seemed to burn the skin.

"Is it okay, Laila?" His voice was hoarse, not dry, but a restrained kind of control. He loved her, but if she refused, he wouldn't force her.

Laila buried her head in his neck, her heated cheek against the slightly cool skin exposed outside his clothes, filled with his scent. No woman could resist the proposal of a deeply loving man, and she was no exception. So, she softly replied, "Hmm..."

Roy's gaze deepened, gently placing her on the soft bed. Then he pulled down the curtains of the French window, blocking the dazzling white snow outside.

At this moment, he didn't want anything to distract her attention, not even the snow. He wanted her eyes to only see him, her heart to only feel him, and her mind to only think of him.

With slightly trembling fingers, he gently unzipped Laila's skiing suit, then reverently worshipped every inch of her skin with his lips.

"Laila, I love you—"

The rest is omitted. You know what comes next.