Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Unrestrained hunger Chapter 266: Unrestrained hunger Roderick was taken aback by Ivy’s revelation.

It was clear Elliot had decided to end things with her, likely hoping it would help her move on.

Yet, Roderick chose to remain silent, withholding his thoughts.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” Ivy asked, feeling frustrated.

“What should I say?

I can’t judge this situation since I don’t know the full story-what you two shared or why Elliot suddenly made this choice,” Roderick replied without being biased.

Even though Elliot had revealed the truth to him, he couldn’t tell it to Ivy since it could have hurt her.

“You’re right,” Ivy murmured, lowering her gaze.

After a brief pause, she asked, “Do you still like Layla?” The question caught Roderick off guard, and his composure faltered momentarily.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked, his brows furrowing.

“How are you coping?” Ivy continued.

“Seeing Layla every day must be unbearable.

I want to learn how you’ve managed to move on.” “You need some sleep,” Roderick said, brushing off her probing.

“I’m serious,” she insisted, her eyes locking onto his.

“If there’s one thing we have in common, it’s that neither of us can be with the people we love.

Tell me, how do you do it?” Roderick exhaled deeply as he shook his head.

“I’ve been throwing myself into work.

Keeping busy helps.

And… I’ve accepted that she’s out of reach.

So, I’m doing my best to let her go,” he said, as if confessing to himself as much as to her.

“Maybe I should do that too,” Ivy said thoughtfully.

“You should get some rest first,” Roderick suggested, standing up.

“It’s late, and you’ll want to head to the hospital early tomorrow.” Ivy’s lips curved into a faint, almost bitter smile.

“I thought your mother sent you here to keep an eye on me.” “I’ve seen enough to know how you’re holding up,” Roderick replied.

“I don’t think I need to stay any longer.

I just hope you can forget Elliot the way he seems to have forgotten you.” With that, Roderick turned and walked to the door.

He grasped the doorknob but hesitated, his hand frozen in place.

“What is it?” Ivy asked, puzzled by his sudden pause.

Roderick didn’t answer.

Instead, he turned back toward her, closing the distance between them in a few purposeful strides.

Before Ivy could process what was happening, he tilted her chin upward and kissed her.

The kiss was brief, leaving Ivy stunned.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she held her breath in her throat.

When Roderick pulled back he looked into her dark orbs with confusion.

“Maybe that’ll help you get Elliot out of your head,” he said.

Without waiting for her response, he strode out of the room.

Once outside the villa, Roderick let out a frustrated sigh and kicked a pebble across the driveway.

“What the hell was I thinking?” he muttered under his breath before getting into his car and driving off to his house.

~~~~~ Roger arrived at his apartment with a heavy heart, his mind clouded with frustration and anger.

He headed straight to the cellar, grabbing a bottle of alcohol without hesitation.

Entering his bedroom, he tugged at his tie, loosening it with a sharp pull, and shrugged off his blazer, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair.

His hands trembled slightly as he twisted the cap off the bottle, taking a long sip straight from it.

He sank to the floor, his back pressed against the lower edge of the bed.

The room was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains.

He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling as silence enveloped him.

His thoughts circled back to Sylvia-her accusations and the venom in her words.

The way she had so easily accused him of trying to kill her while conveniently omitting the truth.

The memory of her betrayal churned inside him like a thunderstorm.

Roger’s jaw clenched as he blinked rapidly, fighting the sting in his eyes.

Tears threatened to spill, glistening at the edges, but he refused to let them fall.

Taking another swig from the bottle, Roger exhaled shakily, the alcohol doing little to dull the ache in his chest.

He felt the buzz of his phone in the pocket of his trouser and took it out.

“Roger, I trust you.” He read Lucius’s message and a tear escaped his eye.

He didn’t reply and let the phone drop to the floor.

~~~~~ As Lucius stepped into the room, his phone in hand, his gaze immediately fell on Layla.

She was sprawled across the bed in a delicate nightdress that barely reached her thighs, the soft fabric teasingly hugging her curves.

She was engrossed in her phone, her fingers typing away, completely unaware of his presence.

With deliberate steps, Lucius closed the distance between them.

Before Layla could register his approach, he reached out and snatched the phone from her grasp, setting it firmly on the bedside table.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, startled, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I was talking to Ruby!” “Tomorrow,” Lucius murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in closer.

“You can do that tomorrow.” Layla barely had time to respond before Lucius captured her wrists in his hands, pinning them gently against the mattress.

His face hovered mere inches from hers, their breaths mingling as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

His lips brushed against hers before he pressed into a passionate kiss.

“Mmmm…” A soft moan escaped Layla’s lips as Lucius nibbled on them with unrestrained hunger.

The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she mewled softly when his hand glided to her thigh, teasing her skin as it slowly moved upward.

Her breath hitched at the sensations he ignited, and before she could fully process it, Lucius shifted, guiding her effortlessly.

He landed on the mattress, pulling her with him, positioning her body above his.

Their lips remained locked, unwilling to part as their kisses deepened, seeking to quench a thirst neither could satisfy fully.

“Layla,” Lucius finally gasped her name, his voice hoarse and filled with desire as their lips parted briefly.

“Lucius,” she murmured and again pressed her lips on his.