Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 247

Chapter 247: Lifted her effortlessly Chapter 247: Lifted her effortlessly After attending the heartwarming welcoming party, Layla and Lucius drove home together.

As soon as they arrived, Layla stepped out of the car.

Her cheeks flushed with joy and laughter bubbling effortlessly from her lips.

The drinks had added a playful glow to her mood, and she couldn’t stop smiling and giggling, her happiness shining as brightly as the stars above.

However, instead of heading inside, Layla wandered toward the water fountain with her unsteady steps.

“Layla!” Lucius called out, quickly following after her.

He gently took hold of her arm, thus steadying her.

She tilted her head to look at him, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“I had to drink because they offered me,” she explained, pausing between words.

“It’s rude… to refuse.” Lucius sighed softly.

“I know,” he said patiently.

“But our room is inside the house.

And it’s cold out here.” Layla puffed out a breath, watching it swirl in the chilly night air, then rubbed her hands together.

Lucius watched her curiously, unsure of what she was doing, until she suddenly placed her warm palms on his cheeks.

“I warmed your cheeks,” she murmured with a giggle.

Before he could respond, Layla leaned into him, burying her head against his chest inside the long coat he wore.

Lucius froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to shield her from the cold.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he whispered, “Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold, you little troublemaker.” “I’m not a troublemaker,” Layla retorted with a playful pout, pulling away slightly to meet Lucius’s gaze.

“I’m Layla Lucius De Salvo,” she declared, tapping her pointer finger firmly on his chest.

“Let go of me,” she urged.

Lucius, still holding her gaze, loosened his arms and allowed her space.

Layla took a few steps back, her feet taking her toward the fountain, her every movement filled with that unspoken joy.

“Layla!” Lucius called again, this time his voice deepened with the concern.

“Shhh!” Layla hushed him softly, her finger gently pressed to her lips as she turned to look at him, a mischievous smile playing on her face.

The night’s cool breeze tousled her hair, making it swirl around her like an ethereal halo.

Lucius’s heart skipped a beat as he watched her, captivated by the sight.

She stood at the edge of the fountain, her arms spread wide as if she were about to take flight, her face lifted to the night sky.

The moment was so serene, so beautiful, that Lucius left mesmerized by her completely.

“Layla, it’s water behind you,” he said, his voice filled with concern, stepping toward her with careful intent.

“I’m taking you inside.” But Layla didn’t move, her gaze still fixed on the stars above, as if caught in a moment of quiet magic.

“Lucius, look over there,” Layla said, her voice soft as she pointed toward the sky.

“I remember watching the night sky with you when we were in Norway.

I slowly started falling in love with you that time.” Her words were full of warmth, as if the memory itself was a treasured piece of her heart.

“I remember it, Layla,” Lucius said.

He stood strong and protective before her, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Should we go inside, Wife?” he asked, the word laced with affection.

Layla shook her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes.

“No.

Come here and stand next to me.

Count the stars with me,” she said, lowering her head to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling in the night.

Lucius let out a soft laugh, shaking his head at her request.

“We are going inside,” he said firmly, but before she could protest, he swiftly wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her effortlessly off the ground.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as she swung her legs playfully.

“You are bad,” Layla teased, lightly hitting his back, but Lucius wasn’t bothered in the least.

He held her gently but firmly, determined to get her inside.

Once they reached their room, Lucius laid her down on the mattress, his hands already moving to remove her shoes.

But before he could, Layla’s arms shot up and tightly locked around his neck.

Without warning, she kissed him, her lips hot and demanding as she bit his bottom lip, pulling it with her teeth.

Lucius groaned in both surprise and pain as he felt her bite, but the sensation only deepened the hunger he felt for her.

He reciprocated the kiss with a fiery intensity, a small, knowing smile carving itself onto his lips as he kissed her back, his heart racing in response to the passion between them.

His hand found hers, and with a gentle but firm movement, he pinned it down, intertwining his long fingers with hers.

His other hand moved to the buttons of her top, slowly working them open.

As he pulled away from her lips, the space between them felt charged, but he didn’t let the distance linger.

His lips traveled to her neck, where he traced the hollow with his tongue, a soft, teasing pressure.

“Hmph!

Mmh!” Layla moaned softly, her breath hitching as he sucked gently on the sensitive spot, the sound escaping her lips in a satisfied hum.

He planted soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her neck, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his lips, but he didn’t push any further.

He could feel the subtle shift in her body, the slight unsteadiness of her intoxicated state, and he chose not to move ahead.

Lucius planted a soft, tender kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he looked into her eyes.

“Want to say something?” he asked.

Layla’s gaze softened as she looked at him, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Umm…

Yes,” she murmured.

“I felt like a Queen today.

I remember you telling me how you consider me the queen already.

You believed in me always.” Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as if savoring the weight of her words.

“I feel wonderful,” she whispered, the happiness was clear in her tone.

Lucius gazed at her, his heart fluttering with affection as he watched her slowly drift into a peaceful sleep.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers tender against her skin.

“You are a queen, Layla.

I am glad you finally saw yourself as the queen,” he whispered and got down on his knees.

Removing her shoes, and then the thick long coat he tucked Layla inside the warm duvet and headed to the closet.