Chapter 219 Their Wedding Night
Lucian was so close to losing it. He almost reached out and touched her lady parts.
“Calista…
Calista’s consciousness was receding like the tide at that moment. Her gaze was drawn to his thin lips,
and all she could think about was kissing him.
The woman frowned and muttered, “I don’t feel so well, Paul… I feel sick.”
Her memory was still stuck on the moment when Paul lifted her from the bed and whispered in her ear,”
Calista, it’s me, Paul.”
For a brief moment, Lucian froze and felt a dull ache in his chest. His rationality and restraint went to hell
in an instant, replaced by a strong desire to dominate and possess her.
Then, a thought occurred to him–he would make her forget everyone else’s names except his!
Calista felt herself being lifted high into the air, and the sensation of weightlessness caused her fists to
clench instinctively. Then, she landed on something soft.
Lucian lowered his head and lit a cigarette while standing in front of the floor–to–ceiling window. Calista’s
moans filled his ears.
He was sweating profusely as the room wasn’t air–conditioned on a chilly spring night. His sweat–soaked
shirt clung to his body and made him feel very uncomfortable.
Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely that night. The sky outside was still shrouded in darkness, with no
sign of dawn approaching.
A spark singed his fingers as the cigarette at his fingertips burned out. He snapped out of his reverie
when his hand was burned.
He lowered his head and stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Then, a derisive smile crept onto
his face.
He was well aware of what Paul had said about Calista’s aversion to sex. When did it start? Most likely on their wedding night…
Even though Calista tried her best to restrain herself, her body was so stiff when he touched her.
There was not a trace of the expected nervousness or shyness in her eyes when she looked at him, only fear and resistance.
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She didn’t refuse, probably because she remembered that they were already married. Instead, she lay stiffly on the bed, like a sardine on a chopping board.
All of his desire vanished at that moment. To avoid making things even more awkward for the both of them, Lucian got up and left under the pretext of something else.
But tonight was different from that night. He was afraid that she would rush out to find another man if he
left. After all, Paul was just next door.
Even though he was annoyed by her moans, he could only hold it in. But this feeling was extremely
unpleasant; he felt as if he was about to explode.
Lucian lit another cigarette. Calista’s movements on the bed didn’t stop, but became more intense.
The manager who had gone to buy clothes seemed to have vanished into thin air. The bodyguards
outside hadn’t made a sound either.
The sky was still dark. His hotel room was on the top floor and had adequate soundproofing. Apart from
Calista’s moaning and groaning, no other sounds could be heard from outside.
Lucian’s patience snapped when he stubbed out his fifth cigarette. He turned around and took large
strides toward the bed.
Calista had formed a pretzel out of herself and the blanket. Perhaps she had heard footsteps because
she opened her eyes and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
The man looked down at her.
“I’ll give you a chance to refuse. If you say no right now, I’ll turn around and leave. I won’t touch you.”
As if she could discern what he was saying!
Lucian waited for a few seconds.
“I’ll take that as an agreement.*
Then, he leaned down and kissed her. However, Lucian got out of bed an hour later. He was still dressed
in the sweaty clothes he had been wearing earlier, albeit a little disheveled.
He walked into the bathroom with a somber expression to run some water. He came out and carried Calista into the bathroom once the water was heated.
Calista was semi–conscious, but she had at least calmed down. Lucian gave her a quick bath, carefully dried her, and placed her back in the bed, covering her with a blanket.
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Lucian walked over to open the door after hearing two soft knocks. The manager handed him the clothes that had been freshly washed, dried, and ironed.
Ive also bought some clothes for you, Mr. Northwood.”
Lucian took them.
“Where’s that furtive guy from earlier?”
“He’s in the next room.”
The manager wasn’t here earlier, but he had heard from the bodyguards as soon as he came back.
“Okay.”
Lucian, accompanied by the manager, went to the next room after taking a shower and changing into the
meticulously ironed shirt and trousers.
The room was dark, but the sky was already bright outside. The man’s face was illuminated by the light
streaming in through the window.
“M–Mr. Northwood,” he stuttered.
Lucian’s identity and status were known. Those in the circle would still be able to recognize him
regardless of how low a profile he kept.
Lucian sat down on the sofa. Even though his actions were elegant and there were no overt signs of
anger on his face, he looked like a devil shrouded in a murderous aura
“Why were you lurking around the door of that room?”
The short and stout man, who had been locked up for the night, was genuinely feeling aggrieved.
“I booked the e room next door. I noticed a lot of bodyguards standing there when I arrived. I was startled because I assumed my wife had brought people to catch me. I was about to turn around and run away when I noticed you carrying someone out of the room, Mr. Northwood.”
Lucian arched his brow.
“You noticed?”
Of course, he noticed.
Everyone in the hallway was wearing uniforms and standing upright. You were the only one dressed casually, and you had a woman in your arms who was soaked to the skin. Who wouldn’t notice?
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However, he immediately lled through his teeth when he recalled that woman’s appearance at the time,
her wet clothes clinging to her body, outlining her curves.
“No. I was so scared at the time. I only noticed the bodyguards.”
The manager, who had gone out to make a phone call, walked in.
The short and stout man’s expression changed in an instant as soon as he saw him. He got up and tried
to rush out, but was kicked back to his original position by the bodyguard. Then, he behaved.
“The room next door was booked by a woman, Mr. Northwood.”
The man raised his voice and pretended to be calm as he said, “It was booked by my mistress.”
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“Would you like me to bring your mistress here for a face–to–face confrontation, or would you rather come clean? If I’m in a good mood, I might let bygones be bygones,” Lucian sneered.
The man was tongue–tied. Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood right now. That phrase “in a good mood” sounded more like something he said to himself.
The man was skilled at reading the room; he knew that all kinds of sophistry and playing dumb wouldn’t
work in front of Lucian.
If this man truly wanted him dead, there were a million and one ways for him to do so without facing legal consequences, and he wouldn’t even have to get his hands dirty.
He hurriedly got down on his knees.
“It wasn’t me, Mr. Northwood. Someone paid me to go to that room and said that… there was a virgin
inside, a new arrival at the bar.”
