Chapter 156
A man who had been watching from behind them walked over, whistling.
“This much is basic. I used to sketch a little when I was younger.”
“Doesn’t matter if you were doodling as a kid. This is about teaching a top-tier artist. Macy, don’t listen to him too much. He’s only going to spoil you.”
“Come on. I know billiard poses better than anyone, so I can teach her how to draw better. Macy, you’re gripping the pencil too hard. Relax your wrist and sit comfortably.”
Lance placed his hand over Macy’s, which was gripping the pencil, and lightly shook it as if telling her to relax. Then, with his other hand, he placed it on Macy’s thigh, spreading her legs apart.
“Wait…!”
Startled, Macy quickly shut her legs when his hand went deeper than she expected.
“Oh, sorry. I thought it was your knee, but it was further inside.”
Lance apologized with a face that showed no real remorse. His slightly drunken smile was accompanied by a nasty gleam in his eyes.
The people watching them seemed to change their expressions, their eyes glinting with interest, some even blushing as they observed Lance’s behavior.
‘This is dangerous.’
Macy’s mind immediately went on high alert.
“Please… let go!”
“Hold still.”
“I’ll draw it myself!”
“I’m just trying to help you, okay?”
She rejected him, but Lance’s persistence didn’t seem to waver.
He pulled his body closer and gripped Macy’s hand and thigh.
From almost behind, with his arms around her, he buried his nose in Macy’s neck and inhaled deeply.
“Ugh!”
“Ha, why does your scent feel so intoxicating?”
“Stop it!”
Macy twisted her body and struggled violently. In the process, she kicked the easel with her foot, causing it to crash loudly as it fell backward.
The people playing billiards started to look in their direction. However, no one stepped in to stop Lence.
“Mar, Marquis Lingston!”
Feeling the seriousness of the situation, Macy called out to Marquis Lingston. But he only glanced at them briefly from the balcony, before turning away and going back outside.
Macy’s mind went completely blank.
“Did you think Lingston would help?”
Lance Bayanen’s voice whispered into Macy’s ear, as she struggled in despair
“Wasn’t it Lingtson who gave you to be eaten?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It was Madam Lingston who called me. She said there was a courtesan who had a talent for painting and promised to let me indulge her for free.”
What is he saying? Macy heard the words, but she couldn’t comprehend them.
Then, she recalled the shining face of Marchioness Lingston when she had first seen her.
“Oh, of course! I’ve been waiting for your reply with much anticipation. You must have had a line of commissions now that you’re the most famous artist in Laden. I’m so grateful you remembered me!”
Marchioness Lingston had greeted her with excessive enthusiasm. It seemed strange that she would give commissions, especially considering she was close to Lady Werfel.
Macy couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for her kindness after knowing she was Duke Krygen’s mistress, which made it easy to develop a favorable impression.
What was she expecting, though?
“Let go of me!”
“Why are you struggling so much? Damn, it’s so f–king hot.”
The hand that had been rubbing against her thigh began to move up into her skirt. The men were eyeing them with eager expressions.
Some glanced nervously before putting down their pool cues and approaching. Their faces flushed.
“Ah!”
At that moment, Lence jerked back. The pool cue fell to the ground.
Someone had thrown the pool cue at his head.
“Who the hell was that?!”
Lence shouted angrily as he stood up, allowing Macy to break free from his grip.
“D-Duke Krygen…”
What?
Macy gasped and quickly turned around. It was truly Duke Krygen.
No, it was Eren, exuding a cold aura, standing by the door. He walked over slowly, tilting his head.
“It seems like you’re in pain, but that guy’s being a bit excessive, don’t you think?”
The chandelier light reflected sharply in his blue eyes. The gaze was chilling and unsettling, like it could freeze a person’s heart.
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