Chapter 15
I could hear the disappointment in Grandma’s voice about the fact that I was
still not pregnant.
Over the years, she had made countless efforts to get me pregnant, even resorting to induction injections.
Although Grandma didn’t explicitly blame me for not being pregnant yet, her words hung over me like a curse, constantly reminding me that I needed to have a child.
However, how could I have a child all by myself? Wouldn’t that also require Lucian’s cooperation?
He had a mistress outside, simply refusing to be intimate with me.
I felt a pang in my heart, yet I obediently responded to Grandma, “Okay.”
Right then, Grandpa also came out, his brows furrowed as he reminded Grandma, “They’ve come all this way to visit us. Let’s not talk about having a child all the time.”
It seemed as though Grandma realized she had misspoken and quickly changed the subject. “Stay here tonight. I’ve prepared your favorite stargazy pie.”
“All right, Grandma,” I said, following them into the house.
After dinner, Lucian and I returned to our room.
That was our first time staying overnight at Tempest Manor since our wedding night. I felt a bit out of place, but it was Lucian who broke the silence first. “Grandma went for a check–up yesterday. She wasn’t feeling well due to her heart condition. Thank you for agreeing to stay overnight.”
I nodded expressionlessly. “It’s fine. It’s what I ought to do.”
For twenty million, doing so was only right.
I entered the room.
Adorned in stark black and white, the room exuded a certain cold simplicity. Now, a soft carpet graced the floor. At that moment, the lights were switched off, and a single candle was lit on the coffee table in the living room.
My steps faltered, my mind uncontrollably flashing back to our wedding night.
The candlelight had also flickered in that manner.
The memory of our first passionate lovemaking was still vivid. That night, he was like a beast, ravaging me all night long.
I closed my eyes, calming my thoughts for a moment before turning to leave. “I–I’ll ask the housekeeper for another room.”
Lucian frowned. “Do you really want to let Grandma and Grandpa know that we’re sleeping in separate rooms?”
I felt a surge of heat rushing to the top of my head. I took several deep breaths before uttering coldly, “Then we should sleep separately. You can take the couch.”
The furrow between Lucian’s brows deepened, yet he remained silent.
Just as I had finished freshening up and was about to lie down, there came a knock at the door.
In a swift movement, I sat upright, lowering my voice as I asked Lucian, who was lying on the bed, “Did you lock the door?”
It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us sleeping separately.
Lucian raised his voice and called out toward the door, “What’s the matter?”
The housekeeper responded, “Old Mrs. Gandillon has prepared dessert for you. She asked me to bring you a serving. If you’re not asleep, I’ll enter.”
With a click, the door lock was opened.
Almost leaping from the couch, Lucian acted just in time as the person outside was about to cross the threshold of the bedroom. He quickly stashed the blanket from the couch under the bed, lifted my blanket, and slid under it.
The moment he did so, his body accidentally pressed against my hand, and we both couldn’t help but let out a stifled moan.
That voice sounded particularly ambiguous, echoing in the middle of the night. The housekeeper, who was initially heading straight inside, suddenly halted. With a cautious and tentative tone, she asked, “May I come in?”
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Chapter 15
An inscrutable look filled Lucian’s gaze. “Come In.”
I, too, “went with the flow” and rolled free from under the blanket. Brushing my disheveled hair, I was about to leave the bed when the housekeeper hurriedly said, “You don’t need to get up. I’ll bring it over. Once you’ve finished drinking, I’ll take it away.”
I noticed that the quilt on my side hadn’t been properly tucked in. When the housekeeper walked by, it would give us away. Steeling myself, I reached under the quilt and firmly grasped Lucian.
I didn’t know what I had grabbed, but its hardness was uncomfortably abrasive against my hand.
Just as Lucian’s indifferent expression visibly twisted for a moment, his face flushed red. He abruptly sat up from the bed, instinctively reaching out his hand toward the housekeeper. “Give it to me,” he demanded.
The housekeeper tactfully handed over the tray.
Lucian’s hand, which was holding the tray, paused for a moment. His thin lips curved slightly, almost inadvertently. Smoothly and effortlessly, he placed the tray on the bedside table on his side. He then picked up the crystal bowl and scooped a spoonful of dessert, bringing it to my lips.
I was baffled by his intention. Was he trying to feed me?
I glanced at the housekeeper who hadn’t left yet, aware that Lucian might be putting on a show for her benefit., However, I was somewhat reluctant to display such intimacy with him in front of others.
After some thought, I spoke up. “I’m not really fond of eating in bed.”
The housekeeper was eyeing the dessert in the spoon, her expression clearly stating she wouldn’t leave until I ate. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and consumed the dessert that Lucian had scooped for me.
Lucian’s actions were slow, and I found it bothersome. I reached out, took the bowl from him, and finished it in one gulp. Then, with a provocative raise of my eyebrow toward Lucian, I remarked, “It’s quite delicious.”
Yet, you couldn’t taste it.
Inexplicably, Lucian suddenly burst into laughter.
Subsequently, the housekeeper silently slipped out of the room.
Upon seeing Wanda leave, I was eager to get out of bed. However, before I could even move, Lucian had me pinned down on the bed.
Instinctively, I braced my hand against his chest, creating a barrier between us. I resisted, saying, “She’s gone. What are you doing?”
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