Chapter 140 That passionate kiss, so passionate it was almost unbearable…
I suddenly stood up and said very politely, "I apologize for being so forward, but please pretend I didn't say anything. I'll have Di Yaruo discuss the contract with you again."
Imera was summoned. "Excuse me, I'm going to take a bath now."
As she spoke, she turned around, and Imera draped a robe over my shoulders and followed me out of the room.
I had just reached the door of my private bathtub when a tall figure blocked my way. I hadn't expected Bernard to arrive so quickly, and I was slightly startled. "You…"
Bernard waved his hand, just as he would have shooed away his maid, and sent Imera away.
“I’ve had enough of you,” Bernard said coldly. “You’re so distant and aloof. When will this end?”
That was extremely impolite.
"What do you mean?!" I exclaimed angrily.
“Everyone knows about our relationship except you,” Bernard said, his voice growing even colder.
My voice was also extremely cold, "You and I have absolutely no relationship. We've never had any relationship."
“You were once my chief mistress.”
“You forced us to switch bodies back then.”
"I kissed you."
"I was forced by you."
"I've seen your body."
"We changed clothes then."
Bernard suddenly laughed, "I was the chief's mistress, I kissed you, I saw your whole body. Even if it was forced, there's still a connection. Do you dare say there's no connection?"
"It's alright." My voice grew colder.
“You’re lying through your teeth. You’ve been lying since the first day you met me.” Bernard’s golden eyes were alluring and bewitching. “The first time you saw me, when you woke me in the Black Tower, you were stunned by my beauty, standing there dumbfounded, but you never admitted it, you never will. When we met again in the wilderness, you were infatuated with me, but you still won’t admit it. You always run away, always escape, refusing to talk to me about anything emotional. You’re always afraid, always cowardly. When will you ever become brave?”
"What's wrong with you?" I tried to push him away and go into the bathroom.
But he wouldn't let me in; he stood there firmly, refusing to budge an inch.
"Get out of my way!" I stared at him coldly.
“You have to acknowledge our relationship.” He stared at me coldly.
"We have absolutely no relationship," I emphasized again.
"Yes," he insisted, refusing to budge an inch.
I turned and walked down the corridor, ignoring him completely.
He didn't chase after us, but his gaze, like an ice dagger, still flew towards us from afar.
I didn't go back to my room or to any other bathhouse. Instead, I sat alone on the steps of a semi-enclosed courtyard, watching the freezing rain fall in long and short lines.
"Why don't you get together with Prince Bernard?" A clear, soft female voice suddenly appeared in my ear.
Beatrice, wearing a white floor-length dress, sat down next to me.
“You’re still a child, you wouldn’t understand,” I replied.
“I can guess.” Beatrice stretched out her fair palm to catch the freezing rain falling from the eaves. “Because he’s been married, because he has many mistresses, because he’s handsome, because he’s rich. Because you’ve also been married, because you’re not good-looking, because you’re poor, because you lack confidence, because you’re timid, because you’re sometimes fragile, because you can’t bear the pain of losing him one day. You’re just protecting yourself.”
I looked at her in surprise, and she said to me again, "Was I right?"
“You know what, you’re overthinking it,” she said. “Men don’t think that much about it at all; they just want to get what they want first. How long the relationship will last isn’t something they consider. Wanting only to satisfy immediate desires is a common problem for many men. Women, once in a relationship, always think about forever, while men, having one or more stable relationships, sometimes just feel constrained. Why can’t you act and think like a man?”
“I am a woman, and he is a man,” I replied. “The price I paid was far greater than what he paid.”
"That's true, but you'll miss out on a lot of happiness because of it."
"If one day, the pain I suffer will outweigh the joy I experience, I would rather not have the happiness I have now."
“You’re so stubborn.” She shrugged. “If you hadn’t told me what rain is like,” her palms were already full of rainwater, “I wouldn’t have bothered telling you all this.”
"Thank you," I said sincerely, "I didn't expect you to care about me so much."
“You’re more human than my mother, that’s why I like you,” she said bluntly, then wiped the rain from her palm onto the ground, shook her hand, and got up to leave.
"Don't overthink it, or you'll suffer. Act like someone in a superior position."
Before I could even ponder her words, she had already gracefully departed.
What a strange child!
In the evening, I didn't want to eat and sat alone in my room looking through official documents. Anleya had been crying earlier and the nanny had taken her out to breastfeed.
The door opened, and I thought it was Imera, so I didn't look up. It wasn't until a tray with a fruit and vegetable salad, soft bread, and milk was placed in front of me that I looked up. "I don't want..." I stopped myself as soon as I started to speak. Bernard was sitting on the carpet with me; he had brought the tray in.
"Did I scare you? That made you refuse to eat tonight?" He looked at me cautiously. "I admit, I was too impulsive before. I'm sorry."
I picked up the warm milk glass without saying a word.
"I agree to your demands: a three-point reduction for the first five years, a two-point reduction after five years, a one-point reduction after another five years, and then prices will return to normal." He leaned closer to me. "Now will you smile at me?"
I stared at him in shock, “…”
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, moving closer to me, almost touching me. “I just want to please you, even if you don’t acknowledge our relationship, as long as you’re happy.”
I finally spoke up, "You don't need to do this."
"How could I not need it?" He suddenly hugged me, and in my shock, I forgot to push him away.
He whispered in my ear, "I want to give you more confidence and let you know how much influence you have on me. As long as you ask, I will do everything I can to make it happen. I don't need you to give anything, and I won't force you to do anything. Just smile at me."
I couldn't laugh, but my body wasn't as stiff as before.
He noticed and smiled at me more gently. "Would you like something to eat?" he asked softly. "Don't go hungry."
I put the milk glass back on the tray, my voice trembling slightly, "I don't want to eat."
“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself,” he said, taking my hand again. “I don’t need you to do anything for me.”
“What are we now?” I suddenly said. “You’re married, and I’m married. It’s immoral for us to be together like this. You have many mistresses. How can I accept you?”
“I will break up with all my mistresses. I have never really liked any of them. It was always for various purposes, including political missions.”
"Men always lie to women like this," I said.
"I might lie to women, but I won't lie to you. In matters of the heart, even if I lie to you, I can't lie to myself. Countless days and nights, I've been thinking of you."
"Liar," I still said.
He laughed, a seductive and alluring laugh, "Whatever you say."
"It's late, I need to rest." I started to ask him to leave, and stood up. But his body pressed down on most of my skirt, and I almost tripped and fell into his arms.
I glared at him and was about to stand up again when he suddenly pulled me back and kissed my lips hard. Caught off guard, I was so scared that I tried to pull away, but he kissed me even harder and pressed me down firmly, leaving me no way to escape.
We fell asleep on the carpet, and he rolled over onto me, kissing me deeply until my head throbbed and my body burned. I tried to kick his legs, but he simply spread them apart, and my gasp was completely drowned out by his deep kiss.
The night wind blew in through the cracks in the French windows, but instead of calming us down, it made our kiss even more passionate...
When his warm chest pressed against my cool chest, when his strong arms wrapped around my back, when his neck was so close to mine, and our breaths mingled gently, I couldn't resist this alluring temptation.
In a daze, I hugged him back, and his passionate, wet kiss landed on my lips. Our lips lingered, exuding warmth that made it hard for me to breathe.
His kiss was alluringly ambiguous, filled with sensual whispers. I kissed him back passionately, causing him to hesitate slightly, but within seconds, he kissed me just as fiercely. I never knew a kiss could make someone so lost, so wild.
As we were kissing, he suddenly pulled away from my lips. Just as I was feeling a little lost, his kiss landed on my neck and collarbone.
He kissed every part of my collarbone, as if it were the most delicious thing in the world, sucking and licking, making my pores tremble.
I tried to block his kiss with my hands, but his kisses crept onto my palms, soft and ticklish, making me laugh out loud.
My laughter made his kisses more passionate, and the kisses made me laugh even harder.
Before I knew it, he covered me completely and kissed my giggling lips. The magic of his hot, wet, passionate kiss filled the entire bed curtains.
Yes, we've moved to a soft, large bed. The dark brown bed curtains slowly descended, swaying gently in the breeze coming in from outside the window...
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The curtains trailing on the floor were shimmering with white light. The sun had risen, and a whole night had passed, but the sweltering heat had not yet subsided.
We embraced, we kissed passionately, as if it would never stop.
Even at noon, with sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a dim glow, we remained tightly embraced and kissed passionately. His kisses slid across my eyes, my hands caressed his silver hair, his lips whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and my face pressed against his exquisite features.
Whispering sweet nothings, like swans entwining their necks, their love passionate and tender.
Everything seemed to last forever.
When I woke up again, I thought it was all a dream.
A fleeting dream, leaving no trace.
The floor-length curtains, filtered by the midnight wind, were just like they were before I went to sleep last night.
The bed was empty except for me.
It was as if nothing had happened.
If I hadn't seen the dried damp marks when I got out of bed, I would have thought it was all a dream.
Maybe it really was just a dream.
Everything was so beautiful, so dreamlike, so unreal.
That passionate kiss was as passionate as anything in a dream.
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Author's Note: I hope you'll also support my other novels, such as "Cinderella Wants a Thrilling Novel Script," "A Love of Ice and Fire," and "All the Male Gods in the World Are in Love with Me." Thank you everyone!
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