Chapter 181: Wicked Lips of the Devil
Martha Kentwood’s face instantly purpled as though she was choking on an exceptionally large glob of bile. Her expression twisted and changed as she raised a wrinkly, shriveled hand and pointed it at Aiden.
"You... You... How dare you!" After struggling for so long, she barely managed to choke out those words. Her husband came over to support her as she stumbled back, as though struck fatally in the chest.
"Oh boy..." Amelia uttered under her breath, though her words were completely ignored by everyone present. Her relatives had their eyes solely glued to Aiden, and Aiden seemed to be relishing in it.
He folded his arms across his chest and hmphed, the corner of his lips tilting up into a mocking smile. With his posture and the aura he exuded, Amelia could see the similarities between Matteo and Aiden. If it weren’t for the cocky grin he wore, she could’ve even been mistaken.
"But I was speaking the truth," Aiden said with a shrug. "Sweet Mrs. Kentwood, how pitiful it is to live to the ripe age of your..."
His eyes scanned her up and down.
"... hundreds," he finally settled on the number as Amelia’s eyes widened, "without having experienced a lover’s touch. This is purely speculation, and please do not correct me if I am wrong for I am not interested in the bedtime activities of old wrinkly women, your husband must’ve been planting his seed in you like he was a soldier on a mission― in, out, and gone."
Hundreds! That was a stretch, especially with how full of life these two old people seemed to be.
Aiden Montgomery was intent on giving Amelia a ruptured spleen from keeping her laughter in. It was fatally painful trying to keep a straight face as Martha and Lewis Kentwood’s faces turned red and purple, oscillating between the two colors in a rush of embarrassment and anger.