Chapter 115: Just One More
The next day...
Primo was having breakfast near the garden, with Betty and Nolan standing beside his table. He stared at his untouched plate before lifting his gaze toward the wing where Ashley’s room was.
From what he heard, his father had shut off their floor so no one could enter.
Bitterness flickered across his face as he clenched his hands on his lap.
Did he hurt her again? the little boy wondered, the thought only making him angrier.
Betty and Nolan exchanged glances before turning their attention back to the young master.
"He looks upset," Betty murmured softly, just enough for Nolan to hear. "I wonder what’s going on in his head?"
Nolan let out a shallow breath and stepped closer to the table.
"Young Master, is there something you need?" he asked patiently. "Or did you not like your breakfast?"
Primo snapped his head toward them, making both Betty and Nolan flinch slightly. His expression was grim, clearly displeased.
He dragged his drawing pad toward him and wrote in bold, capital letters.
[IS SHE HURT?]
"Huh?" Nolan and Betty frowned, confused.
Primo wrote again, more aggressively this time.
[Is that why he’s hiding her?]
The two adults fell silent, staring at the visibly fuming child. Even Primo’s chest rose and fell heavily, showing just how worked up he was.
"Haha..." Betty chuckled awkwardly as she slid into the empty chair beside him. "Young Master, I think you’ve misunderstood. The Master would never hurt the madam."
"Yes, Young Master," Nolan added, taking the seat across from her. "The Master treasures the madam too much to ever hurt her."
[Then why did he stop anyone from going to their floor?]
Betty and Nolan exchanged another glance. Betty looked unsure of what to say, while Nolan carefully considered his response.
"It’s just that... the madam was very tired last night," he said. Betty nodded vigorously beside him. "The Master simply wants to make sure she gets enough rest."
Primo narrowed his eyes at them, prompting Betty to blurt out,
"Why don’t you ask the Master when he comes out?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Betty froze.
Nolan’s eyes widened as he slowly turned toward her, while Primo furrowed his brows, clearly thinking about it.
"I mean—Young Master, don’t—what I meant is—"
[Good idea.]
Betty’s breath hitched, her eyes widening at the words on Primo’s pad. Nolan held his breath as he noticed the determination in the boy’s expression.
Slowly, Nolan turned to Betty, his eyes silently asking:
What have you done?
This was basically encouraging Primo to confront his father again.
Oh, my goodness... Betty groaned inwardly, looking away. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.
She glanced back at Primo, a mix of concern and helplessness in her eyes as she saw the determination burning within him. The young master picked up his cutlery and began eating, fueling himself for what was clearly another confrontation.
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Whispers about the previous night spread throughout the mansion.
Those who didn’t stay up late heard what happened. How Lucian had carried Ashley in his arms when they arrived, and how he had ordered their entire floor to be shut off.
Some maids giggled and blushed, imagining the scene.
Others, like the guards, could only talk about Gustav and the driver from last night—quietly thankful they weren’t the ones accompanying the couple.
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Meanwhile, on the shut-off floor...
Ashley groaned as her eyelids fluttered. Her brows knitted together as she felt soreness all over her body, especially between her thighs.
Slowly, her eyes opened.
Soft morning light streamed across her face, making her raise an arm to shield her eyes. A small smile formed on her lips, only to twist as the ache in her body reminded her of the night before.
"Last night..." she murmured, trying to piece everything together.
It all felt like a blur.
The only thing she could clearly remember was the overwhelming emotions—the heat, his lips, his touch, the way he consumed her entirely.
Her lips curved into a grin, her eyes squinting slightly as a giggle escaped her.
So... that’s how it should be, huh?
Even with the soreness lingering in her body, it was something she would willingly experience again.
Twelve out of ten!
Her thoughts halted when she felt movement—and warmth—against her back. She stiffened, her breath catching.
Carefully, she glanced behind her.
Lucian was still asleep, his arms wrapped around her beneath the sheets, one leg hooked between hers.
"..."
Her face twisted slightly as she became aware of their lack of clothing. His bare chest pressed against her back; one arm rested comfortably across her stomach and between her breasts, while the other was tucked beneath her head.
There was no escaping his hold.
Gosh... she thought, staring at his face. Why does he look like he’s glowing?
If she looked in the mirror right now, she’d probably look like a mess.
Meanwhile, he looked refreshed, like a vampire who had finally had his fill.
She pursed her lips and carefully tried to adjust her position, only to freeze when she felt something hot and hard pressing between her legs.
At the same moment, Lucian’s eyes slowly opened, catching her frozen expression.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled her closer.
"Where are you going?" he murmured, his voice rough as he buried his face in her shoulder. "Sleep some more."
"I’m not going anywhere," she replied awkwardly, glancing over her shoulder. "Lu... something’s... poking me."
He didn’t answer. Instead, he traced her shoulder with the tip of his nose. He already knew.
He had deliberately positioned himself there, resting comfortably against her.
"One more," he muttered.
It took Ashley a second to process what he meant.
"Huh—"
Her words were cut off as he suddenly shifted, pulling her beneath him. Before she could react, his hands were planted on either side of her head, his hair falling slightly over his eyes.
His leg slid hers open, already positioning her.
"What the — it hasn’t even been a minute since you woke up! Are you a pervert?" she huffed, cheeks flushed as her gaze flickered to his chest before quickly looking away.
Ashley raised a finger between them, her expression firm.
"Just one, okay!?" she gave in. "Just one!"
His eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he tilted his head, leaning down to claim her lips.
"Sure," he whispered as his lips drew close. "Just... one."
Ashley should’ve known Lucian was a monster — a pervert!
Because that "one more" would echo in her ears at least three more times.