Chapter 63: Intimate act
It was Quinn, and the maid who appeared to have left the tray here caught in an intimate act. Though Quinn’s shirt remained on, his pants were lowered just enough to allow access, while the maid was half-naked, her bosom fully exposed.
Belle’s chest tightened, an unfamiliar ache spreading through her. She could not tell if the feeling came from seeing him in such a compromising position with another woman or from the raw intensity of the moment. How could he do this to Sofia?
"Ah! Harder!" The maid shamelessly cried, her body bent forward while Quinn took her from behind. The scandalous position was one Belle had never seen before, and though the act disgusted her, a fleeting, shameful curiosity stirred in her mind—a thought she immediately banished. How could she, even for a moment, feel any desire from witnessing such a vulgar display?
As Quinn continued, his gaze met Belle’s. To her shock, he didn’t stop. Instead, he smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes, making her heart pound with both embarrassment and anger. Without a second thought, she turned and fled, her steps hurried as she tried to distance herself from the corridor and the sight she had just witnessed.
He was shameless, bedding women during someone else’s wedding without an ounce of discretion. A scoundrel, that is what he is. Yet, she reminded herself, it was none of her concern. Sofia was the one who would bear the pain of his actions, not her.
Scoffing, she waved her hand dismissively, muttering under her breath, "Why should I care?" She forced herself to shake the scene from her mind, but it lingered, unwelcome and unrelenting.
"My lady! This way, please," came a sudden voice, startling her. Spinning around, Belle found Steve standing there, gesturing toward a path. She flinched, her heart racing from the shock, but upon recognizing him, she let out a relieved sigh.
Straightening her gown and smoothing her expression, she gave a small nod and allowed Steve to guide her back to the hall. It was clear Hezekiah had grown concerned about her, enough to send his trusted guard to fetch her.
Once inside, she found her way back to their seats. Carefully avoiding Hezekiah’s gaze, she settled into her place beside him.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly, his voice laced with concern.
She nodded quickly, keeping her eyes averted. "Yes, Your Majesty," she murmured.