Chapter 246 Lucian Would Be Toast
Cade tried to hide his surprise after Lucian shot him an intense gaze.
After a brief pause, he took another sip of his drink and spoke, “No. But for physical issues like yours, it’s best to consult a professional or perhaps try some, um, supplements.”
Discussing such matters could indeed be a blow to a man’s pride. Cade usually engaged in playful banter, poking fun at Lucian’s bedroom skills.
However, if this turned out to be a genuine issue, it would be challenging to maintain their usual
lighthearted teasing.
Even Cade, known for his easy–going nature and ability to stay calm during crises, was at a loss for words. After he spoke, he hung his head and swiftly downed two glasses of alcohol.
Lucian fixed a frigid gaze on Cade, restraining the impulse to submerge his head in the alcohol, and spoke through clenched teeth. “There’s nothing wrong with my body.”
Lucian possessed all the typical reactions and impulses a man should have, but he always seemed to hit
a roadblock when taking that final step.
“Oh? So, physically, everything’s fine. Is it more of a mental thing, then? Is it just with Calista, or does it happen with other women too?” Cade asked.
Lucian grabbed the glass from Cade and ordered, “Cade, you can damn well leave. Why are you drinking this much? Aren’t you afraid of getting wasted?”
The spilled alcohol splashed onto Cade’s hand, and he wanted to retaliate with a witty comeback. However, he remained silent, empathizing with Lucian’s bedroom troubles.
Cade continued, “If you don’t want to change partners, just have an open conversation with Calista. Platonic relationships can be quite fulfilling. Who knows, Calista might genuinely care for you and be willing to accept your, well, limitations.”
Cade consoled Lucian, although he believed otherwise. Lucian remained silent, his expression showing no signs of improvement despite Cade’s seemingly comforting words.
Instead, Lucian grew annoyed at Cade’s accusation of his sexual ability.
Noticing Lucian’s prolonged silence, Cade cleared his throat and asked, “Or have you already spilled the
to her? And she couldn’t handle it?”
ged, Lucian responded, “She divorced me because of it. She was already giving me the
she’d probably chase me out with a broom…
In that case, Lucian would be toast, and his remains would be scattered to the winds. Cade raised a hand and pressed it against his forehead, remaining silent.
The room lacked any elaborate lighting, and a soft, warm, yellow glow enveloped their heads. The shadows from Cade’s short hair made it difficult to see his face.
Lucian gritted his teeth and asked, “Are you laughing?”
“No. I knocked back the booze too fast and nearly choked myself.”
Cade’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse and unusually slow. Lucian did not believe him.
Being someone accustomed to all sorts of challenges, Cade quickly composed himself and asked, “Don” you love her? Why does everything go smoothly until the grand finale?”
Even though they were close buddies who shared everything, they wouldn’t typically delve into such
private matters.
Cade knew that Calista and Lucian had married because of a sexual encounter, but the finer details
Well, he had no interest in prying into anyone’s bedroom affairs.
He wasn’t some kind of pervert, after all.
Lucian’s expression turned grim, struggling to answer the question.
Eventually, he responded, “Once we reach the last stretch, all I can think about is when I accidentally hurt her in the hotel. She bled quite a bit and had to stay in the hospital for two days. Just recalling it makes my palms sweat, and I would lose my stamina. Plus, she’s not very comfortable with these things.”
While Cade didn’t want to ridicule Lucian, he couldn’t resist a bit of teasing.
“Did you learn your moves from a rookie’s guide? You had zero experience, and let’s just say you weren’t the gentlest of learners. If I were in Calista’s shoes, I’d have some reservations, to say the least.”
Lucian smirked and responded, “That’s a relief, then. You’re not my type either.”
Cade chuckled, ‘Fair enough. Let’s just drop it, shall we? I’ve got the contact info for a therapist. I’ll pass it
on to you later. It might be worth checking out.”
The next day, Calista stopped at the Baker residence before heading to the manor on the hill. She had cated to inform before visiting and Agnes was busy arranging flowers when she arrived.
Callets, look at how I’ve assembled this bouquet. I just started learning flower arrangement a faw
flower arrangement.
Calista placed her gift on the coffee table and inspected the nearly finished bouquet.
“Forgive your husband. It’s just that your flower–arranging skills are off the charts. They outshine even my professional eye for art.”
While Agnes knew Calista’s compliment had a bit of flattery, who wouldn’t enjoy hearing pleasant words? She wasn’t a masochist who liked having her faults pointed out.
With a smile, Agnes replied, “You have such a sweet tongue. If…”
She stopped mid–sentence and changed the topic.
“What brings you here today? Are you here to see me, or is it something else you’re looking for?”
Despite her role as a housewife, Agnes possessed crucial skills for managing the Baker family that
demanded a certain level of sophistication.
These skills seemed to come naturally to her, likely because she was an heiress from a wealthy family
and had been nurtured in these matters from a young age.
Calista decided to be direct and asked, “Agnes, do you know about the manor on the Emerald Heights?”
Agnes was trimming rose branches when Calista posed her questions.
Startled by the inquiry, Agnes accidentally pressed her finger against a thorn, causing it to puncture her skin. She winced in pain and emitted a sharp hiss.
Calista hurriedly responded, “Where’s the first aid kit? I’ll find some alcohol to disinfect
your wound.”
“No worries, it’s just a little injury. Getting poked while trimming roses happens all the time. I’ve lost count of how often it’s happened to me lately. By the way, what’s with the sudden interest in that manor? It’s been deserted for years, and I’ve heard it’s not in the best condition. There used to be some folks living
there, but they’ve moved out,” Agnes replied.
Despite Agnes‘ refusal, Calista managed to locate some alcohol and sprayed it onto her injured finger.
“Do you know who owns that property?” Calista asked.
believe some overseas businessman owns it. He’s been away for ages, maybe even gone for good. No
him returning or taking care of the place all these years, Agnes answered.
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