Chapter 59: A Bandage
Lethia’s heart pounded as Renar stepped closer. She wanted to just run straight to her room, but that would’ve made things even more awkward, wouldn’t it?
"Oh, I thought you wouldn’t be home because of work." Lethia flicked her hair to the side with a casual sweep of her hand, walking confidently toward the dining table.
"You hoped I wouldn’t be home, so you could walk around half-naked like that?" She could feel his presence trailing behind her as she sat down.
But he didn’t move to face her. Instead, he loomed behind her, his closeness tingling the hairs on her nape.
"This is what I usually wear around this hour. I’m just having a late dinner tonight."
"So... that bastard didn’t even feed you after he ate you?" His hand brushed her hair aside, fingertips grazing her neck where her hickey was.
Lethia let out a bitter laugh in her head.
Of course, for beasts like them, she was nothing but a delicious piece of meat ready to be devoured. Why the hell should she bother about their feelings when all they ever wanted was to feast on her like prey?
"Someone interrupted at the right time, so I didn’t even think about food," she said coldly, unbothered, and continued eating her chicken soup.
She winced slightly as the heat of the soup burned the tip of her tongue. She couldn’t wait to scarf it all down—the savoury scent was driving her stomach mad with hunger, her gut groaning and throwing a protest for being ignored too long.
But another kind of resident inside her—fluttering butterflies—suddenly burst into chaos as both of Renar’s hands slid from behind and crept down to her lower belly.