Chapter 42
His voice blurred like steam.
“Did you soak in the tub? The bath oil… you even used my favorite kind.”
For a moment, she almost had a delusion. She thought she was still in the bathtub, her naked body exposed.
She couldn’t even tell if what was pounding was her pulse or some other kind of excitement.
Cecilia forced herself to remain calm and put down her utensils.
“I don’t think I can eat breakfast. I feel like I’ll get indigestion in this kind of atmosphere.”
“Oh my.”
He gave an awkward laugh.
Without a single word he would usually throw out, like telling her not to go or that it was his fault and she should eat, he just rubbed his neck.
It felt like her allergies were acting up.
Her skin was so itchy she wanted to scratch it. Cecilia endured it, leaving nail marks in her palms.
The truth was, she had a similar thought the moment she saw him.
Cecilia had used David’s private bathroom in his bedroom today. She had taken off her clothes where he had taken off his, and she had laid her body in the tub where his naked body had been.
And she had slowly put on a dress and underwear that she didn’t know who had chosen.
Not knowing that he was waiting just beyond a single door.
“…I’ll be going now.”
David did not answer. He didn’t even look at Cecilia, who had stood up.
Cecilia escaped his bedroom as if she were running away.
***
Having returned to the Violet House, Cecilia was in a bad mood all day.
She sat in front of the table, letting her tasteless black tea cool, when Margaret approached her, looking extremely nervous.
“My lady….”
Cecilia, who had been letting out a deep sigh, raised her head. Margaret was holding a fancy box.
“It’s a gift from Grand Duke Raphaeli.”
The box was much bigger than the one that had the hairpins in it.
She stared at it, then opened the box. She wondered if it was another malicious prank or if it was wine, but what was inside was…….
“Is this… a gun?”
It was a handgun, much smaller than a rifle.
The entire body, including the barrel, was made of wood, and the sleek curves made it a unique gun. The trigger and the sight seemed to be plated.
Cecilia picked it up as if possessed. It was much lighter than a rifle. The grip was a perfect fit for her hand.
It felt as if it had been custom-made for her.
“The bullets? Is there anything else in the box?”
“There’s just a note.”
Margaret handed her a pink note.
My Lady Cecilia,
This is a handgun for you.
It’s an unstable model that’s not yet commercially available, but yours is perfect.
I haven’t put any bullets in it. There is nothing dumber than giving a beginner live ammunition.
If you want to shoot it yourself, come to the shooting range. I will let you fire a hundred, or even a thousand, shots.
Let’s drink wine again next time.
Yours, David
Cecilia’s face twisted into a strange expression.
“……Hah.”
Yours, David.
Anyone would think they were lovers.
It was an absurd way to address her. To act so friendly after driving a person crazy? He was an unpleasant bastard, after all.
But, along with his voice that seemed to be replaying itself, the blue eyes she had met this morning came to mind.
His deep-blue eyes that had been scanning her, who wasn’t fully dry from the warmth and dampness of the tub. The hot desire that was overflowing in them.
And her own sensations that had been so stirred up they were as electrifying as the man himself.
“Ah, my lady, and….”
She had reached her limit.
“Wait a moment, Margaret, please prepare my bathwater.”
“Yes? But you just washed…….”
“Hurry. Not too hot, please make it with cold water.”
“Ah, yes, ma’am.”
Margaret scurried away. The pink note was crumpled in Cecilia’s cold hand.
***
In her previous life, she had seen many morons who ruined their lives by getting too deeply into s****l pleasure or lovers.
Of course, they were all people from the underworld. Perhaps because many of them grew up twisted, some would act as if they would give up even their organs once they fell for someone.
“Noona, do you know what the scariest thing is between lovers? It’s a physical bond.”
There was even a kid who spouted that kind of b******t.
“I know. She’s a real piece of garbage, right? I’ve never seen a woman as demonic as her. But, but when I see her, I go crazy.”
“You’re spewing utter nonsense.”
“I’m serious! When I see her, my c**k gets so hard, and it’s just, ah…….”
“Are you reporting to me now that you’re in heat?”
“No, Noona. That’s not it. I’m telling you this because you always nag me not to give her so much like a fool! I can’t help it, either!”
Why was that nonsense coming to her mind right now?
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