The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 16

Covering the doorknob with her hand to prevent any sound, Charlotte gently opened the door. A faint light seeped through the slightly opened crack.

Squinting her eyes to peer inside, she saw Lucius standing with one hand braced against the bookshelf, his head bowed. When Charlotte realized where his other hand was headed, she nearly let out a scream.

Protruding through the undone fly of his trousers was none other than Lucius’s p***s. A pale hand was gripping the thick, e***t shaft, which stood stiffly towards the ceiling, moving up and down rapidly.

“Haah, ha….”

Lucius’s back heaved sharply as he breathed heavily. The violent movement made the bookshelf rattle, causing neatly arranged books to fall. But Lucius paid no mind to the messy floor, wholly engrossed in stroking his p***s.

Squelch, squelch—a sticky sound emanated from his pre-c*m-coated p***s. Lucius’s breath, laden with thick heat, grew increasingly ragged.

“Charlotte, Charlotte….”

At the desperate voice calling her name, Charlotte froze in place like a statue. Was this the same shock Lucius had felt when he witnessed her m**********g in the bedroom? Unable to move a finger, she could only watch helplessly as her husband pleasured himself before her eyes.

With a throaty groan, Lucius threw his head back. As his hand movements quickened, s***n erupted from the tip of his p***s, scattering in long arcs onto the floor with a splatter.

Regaining his composure almost instantly, as if nothing had happened, Lucius pulled something from his pocket. It was the ivory ribbon-bordered handkerchief Charlotte had given him in their childhood. She never imagined he had kept that old, childish handkerchief all this time. Wondering what he intended to do with it, Charlotte leaned her head closer to the door crack.

“Hoo.”

Lucius buried his nose in the handkerchief and took a deep breath. As if savoring her scent, he repeated the action several times before carefully folding the handkerchief and tucking it back into his pocket. Then, he took out another handkerchief and meticulously wiped the s***n from his palm and p***s.

That’s when it happened.

Her hand was so sweaty that Charlotte accidentally let go of the doorknob she was holding. Quickly pulling away from the door, she slipped off her slippers, held them in her hand, and fled barefoot down the dark corridor, darting into her bedroom.

As soon as she closed the door, ragged breaths poured out. Blowing out the candle on the bedside table, Charlotte hid herself tightly under the covers.

Her heart was still pounding. Even with her eyes closed, the scene she had just witnessed flickered like an afterimage. Just as she was trying to calm herself, clutching her chest and steadying her breathing—

Click.

The sound of the bedroom door quietly opening and closing echoed. She could immediately tell it was Lucius just by the footsteps. The quiet footsteps stopped nearby. Her pounding heart now echoed chaotically through her eardrums and brain.

Did he realize she had been in front of the study just now? The fact that he had come all the way here surely meant he had noticed, didn’t it? Clenching her hidden hands tightly under the covers, Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut. She felt like she was going insane. It felt like she had seen something she absolutely shouldn’t have.

Amid the absurd worry that he might hear her heart pounding, a shallow relief crossed her mind—thank goodness she had blown out the candle before lying down.

No sound came from Lucius. He simply stood still in front of her. In the suffocating silence, Charlotte endured a torturous time where each second felt like an eternity.

Only after hearing the sound of the door opening and closing again, and confirming Lucius’s footsteps ascending the stairs, did Charlotte finally release the tension from her stiffened body.

She still couldn’t believe that Lucius desired her. Since when did it start? From that first night we became intimate? Or even before that?

Whatever it was, it was strange. The man who had fastidiously avoided intercourse throughout their married life was now in his study, calling her name and stroking himself. And she, who had gotten excited watching him and had become wet down there.