Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 200

Chapter 200: His lips found her skin Chapter 200: His lips found her skin “Lucius?” Evelina answered from the other side.

“Yes?” Lucius replied coldly.

“Why did you ask me to message you?” he questioned, wasting no time in pleasantries.

“I’ll be coming to Rome tomorrow.

Let’s meet,” Evelina said.

“I don’t want to,” Lucius replied promptly.

“It’s strange how frequently you’ve been visiting Rome lately.

You never did this before,” he added, his words taunting, yet probing, as he tried to decipher her intentions.

“Can’t I even ask you to see me?

As your mother, I do have that right,” Evelina stated with a hopeful tone.

“You lost that right long ago,” Lucius responded coldly.

“The day you chose to leave me behind… you lost me.” There was a pause before Evelina spoke again, in her unwavering voice.

“I’ll be waiting for you at Hotel Kipriani.” “I won’t come,” Lucius replied sharp.

“I have something to tell you,” Evelina said.

“Don’t be stubborn.

Come to see me.

This may be the last time you’ll ever see me.” Lucius’s hand tightened around the phone.

He exhaled slowly.

“If I see you tomorrow, will you leave me alone?

Will you stop bothering me?” “Yes,” Evelina replied without hesitation.

Lucius didn’t respond immediately.

He ended the call and put it down before leaning back on the chair.

He pinched the skin between his brows before heading home.

As he brought the car to a halt in front of the house, his eyes widened in surprise.

Layla was standing at the top of the stairs, pacing back and forth under the dim porch light.

The moment she spotted his car, she stopped, folding her arms and fixing him with a sharp gaze.

Lucius swiftly stepped out of the car and closed the distance between them.

“Wh-why are you here?” he asked as he removed his long coat immediately and draped it around her.

“You should be the one answering me,” Layla shot back.

“Why did you leave the house at such a late hour without a word?” “Let’s go inside first,” Lucius said softly, taking Layla’s hand in his.

Together, they walked to their bedroom in silence.

Once inside, he closed the door quietly behind them.

“I wanted to find out who did this,” he began.

“You could have done that in the morning,” Layla replied with a disappointed gaze.

She felt a pang of hurt-he hadn’t kept his word and had chosen to leave in the middle of the night.

Without waiting for a response, she slipped off her coat and hung it on a nearby chair.

Avoiding his gaze, she climbed into bed and pulled the duvet over herself, signaling that she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

“Layla, I had to-” Lucius started to explain, but she cut him off before he could finish.

“I’m sleepy,” she said curtly, her eyes closing.

“Turn off the lights.” Lucius hesitated, but he did as she asked.

The room plunged into darkness as he switched off the lights and slid into bed beside her.

Layla lay with her back to him, her breathing steady but distant, creating an invisible wall between them.

Lucius longed to bridge that gap, but guilt and uncertainty held him back.

He reached out instinctively, his hand hovering near her, but withdrew before he could touch her.

Instead, he lay there in the quiet, staring at her silhouette in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

“I am restless to find who wanted to harm you.

I am unable to sleep because I’m scared of losing you.

That’s why I went outside to find some answers,” Lucius couldn’t stay quiet without giving an explanation to Layla.

However, Layla didn’t reply him, so he didn’t further say anything and eventually drifted off to sleep.

~~~~ The next morning, Layla remained distant, her anger with Lucius still persisted under her calm exterior.

Despite her feelings, she quietly tended to his needs, helping him with tasks that required the use of his injured right hand-brushing his teeth, washing up, and even dressing.

Lucius tried to break the silence, attempting small conversations and gestures, but her responses were clipped and indifferent, leaving him frustrated and guilty.

As Layla headed to the washroom, Lucius seized the opportunity to call Roger.

“She’s angry,” Lucius said in a tense voice.

“Why?” Roger exclaimed in shock.

“She was awake last night.

She saw me coming in from outside,” Lucius admitted.

Roger sighed audibly.

“Boss, that’s exactly why I suggested in my message that we should handle it in the morning.

Even Demitri was telling you to rest,” he pointed out.

Lucius ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room.

“Tell me how to make her forgive me,” he asked desperately.

“Uh…

I don’t know, Boss,” Roger replied hesitantly.

“You’re the one who caused this.

You should clean up your own mess.” Before Lucius could protest, Roger abruptly hung up.

He couldn’t even curse Roger because it wasn’t his fault.

Lucius sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door, waiting for Layla to come out.

When she finally emerged, wrapped in a towel with her damp hair cascading down her back, she was a vision of effortless beauty.

She walked toward the dressing table, the soft glow of the morning light highlighting her features.

Lucius swallowed hard, his gaze tracing her from her bare feet to her legs, then to the curve of her neck and her radiant face.

His resolve weakened as desire took over him.

Without a second thought, he stood and crossed the room.

Before Layla could sit on the vanity chair, Lucius grabbed her gently but firmly, pulling her close.

She gasped in surprise at his sudden movement, but before she could say a word, his lips found her skin.

He pressed soft, lingering kisses along her neck, shoulder, and collarbone as his touch showed how apologetic he was.

Layla, who had resolved not to forgive him easily, found her defenses crumbling under his touch.

The warmth of his lips and the way he held her made it impossible to resist.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she surrendered to the moment, the longing she had tried to suppress bubbling to the surface.

Lucius’s hand slid from her thigh to her inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through her body.

With a gentle motion, he turned her to face him.

“Layla, I’m sorry,” he whispered an apology.

His hand cupped her face tenderly, while the other continued to trace circles on her inner thigh, igniting a fire within her.

Layla’s eyes softened as she stared at him, and instead of answering with words, she leaned in and kissed him.

It was her way of saying she had forgiven him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

Lucius didn’t waste a moment.

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively locking around his waist as he deepened the kiss.

Their breaths mingled as passion overtook them.

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