Chapter 37
To Miss Cecilia Cissil,
It seems it is time for you to receive the spoils of your victory.
I would like to invite you to the Raphaeli family villa. The scenery is quite nice—you’ll like it.
I will be waiting.
-David von Raphaeli
The invitation was surprisingly normal, but it was subtly arrogant. He was so unpleasant, as if a refusal hadn’t even crossed his mind.
But she couldn’t refuse. There was no reason to. It was only natural that she desired the wine, and she needed to find out about David von Raphaeli, of whom she had no idea what he was thinking.
He was still a double-edged sword. She didn’t know if he was a poisoned chalice or a golden apple.
“I will escort you, my lady. This way.”
A man who looked rather young for a butler greeted Cecilia. Cecilia followed him down the hallway, observing her surroundings.
‘What kind of house……?’
That it could be this gloomy
The Raphaeli family villa was in a highly classical style. It looked as if an old mansion built about a hundred years ago had been preserved without change.
The interior was elegant, but the colorful murals had grown dark with age. Even in the afternoon when the sun was shining, it was strangely not well-lit, making the inside dark.
And yet, the choice to only use candles here and there to illuminate the space, without using any of the lamps that were so common these days, felt malicious.
“Please go in.”
The door opened, and a room, softly lit by candles as expected, was revealed.
A drinking table and David were in perfect harmony, like a painting. The table, with wine, fruit, and various snacks spread out on it, looked like a holy feast.
But the man leaning on the sofa looked like a figure from a lewd painting.
“Ah, Lady Cecilia.”
David, who was casually wearing a dark-colored shirt, gestured with his eyes to the spot diagonally across from him. Today, too, he was decked out in ostentatious accessories.
The high-quality wine that David had bragged about was on the table. Cecilia let out a snort.
“…I thought I would be getting the prize by the bottle.”
“Hmm? It is by the bottle. I haven’t even opened it yet.”
“You didn’t say that I had to drink it with Your Grace the Grand Duke.”
“What, that’s so petty.”
He, who had been resting his head, chuckled.
“Are you stingy about sharing it with me?”
“…….”
“You think I wouldn’t give you as much as you wanted?”
He suddenly stood up and approached her. He held out his hand as if to escort her.
“Don’t worry and sit down, I have even better wine than this. If you want, I’ll bring you ten bottles or a hundred bottles.”
There’s a great difference between someone who lacks awareness and someone who pretends to.
Cecilia, who had been staring quietly at the intelligent David, placed her hand on his. David again snorted a laugh as he looked at her hand.
Then he kissed the back of her hand.
The sudden tingling sensation made her almost pull her hand away. The twitch of her shoulder was the result of exercising extreme patience.
‘What in the……?’
Could a brief touch of lips really send a thrill through her all the way to her core?
She didn’t know if the problem was her cursedly sensitive body, or the man who was explicitly dripping with sexuality.
‘From the very beginning….’
He was a man who was damnably eye-catching.
She had always been curious about the flesh under his tight shirt. If she had met him in her previous life, she would have somehow gotten him into bed at least once.
She would have thoroughly found out how chiseled the muscles of that huge body were, and if the thing between his legs was as impressive as his size, then she would have cast him aside without any hesitation.
Was it because that kind of debaucherous taste test was no longer possible? It felt like her stupid craving for forbidden food was just growing.
As she was lost in her dark thoughts, she found herself on the sofa. She was even seated at the head of the table. She looked at David in confusion, but he was focused on pulling out the cork.
Pop! With a refreshing sound, the cork popped off. David poured the wine quite elegantly and offered it to her.
The moment she received the glass, the scent that wafted up captivated Cecilia’s senses.
“…Mmm.”
The scent was good. So much so that she involuntarily let out an exclamation.
Beyond the sweet scent of grapes, a subtle rose scent billowed up, and a sour fruity scent with a strange sensation. Finally, even a spicy note—it was so perfect it wounded her pride.
“You like it, don’t you?”
David was looking at Cecilia with a confident smile.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”
“The taste is even better.”
That man’s confidence was truly unpleasant, but the alluring scent was a fact.
Cecilia did not refuse and took a sip. Then, in surprise, she covered her mouth and looked at the wine again.
It was a wine that perfectly embodied her tastes. The flavor of the grapes, the bitter yet clean finish, and the perfect alcohol content.
Sip after sip, she kept drinking as if she were addicted, forgetting her decorum and her position. The glass was emptied in an instant. When she came to her senses, David was pouring the red wine again.
“I’ll get drunk at this rate.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not going to steal it from you, so drink slowly. Hey.”
At David’s call, the door opened and a servant came in.
“Bring the rest of the wine I picked out.”
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