Chapter 242: Drunk in lust
The weather was chilly at night since it was early spring. The palace was bustling as the night lit with music. Everyone was having a merry time.
Alfonso was plagued by worry. Abrielle had disappeared from the banquet hall, but her carriage was still within the palace walls. He wondered where she disappeared.
Another noticeable observation was that Cedric skipped out on the celebration. Why did he have the bad feeling they were together? His mouth got bitter, wondering what a married man and woman could be doing.
Unfortunately, to him, his fears were true because things were about to get heated up. Abrielle’s breath was caught in her throat her legs pressed against each other. His words turned her on so badly. She was looking forward to the torture completely lost in their world.
She scoffed at him, "You are crazy. Why does the thought of torturing another make you excited?" She sneered at him. Clenching the covers tightly on her chest as her last shield.
She was not going to plunge into madness like him. She was not like him. She lied to herself over and over again. Yet her eyes could not look away from him for a second.
Cedric loved every second she stared at him, lost in the sight. He threw the shirt on the floor, then turned around to Walk towards a small table where a bottle of wine stood with a single glass.
He had been drowning himself in the alcohol, but it never worked, yet he enjoyed how the alcohol burned his throat. "Do you want a drink?" He asked sounding like a caring companion.
She scoffed at him again, curling up into a ball trying her best to protect herself under the covers, but it felt like his heated gaze could see through it. "I guess that means more for me." He commented pouring the wine into the glass. Her gaze was on his back, which was completely tattooed with beautiful ancient symbols, yet she could not recognize anyone.