Chapter 325 Starting Fresh
Lucian’s expression turned completely grim at this point.
“Last night was supposed to be your safe period, and I didn’t finish much inside,” he admitted.
Lucian didn’t allow himself to become too confident, mindful of his lack of experience and three years of
He found it challenging to restrain himself in the heat of the moment and ejaculated. Calista shot him an
“A safe period is never a hundred percent guarantee. Do you even get that?”
“I’m not exactly an expert on women’s stuff, unlike someone.”
“Who are you directing your sarcasm at? Paul held a different view. He frequently praises you, and yet you
respond with sarcasm.”
Lucian was surprised. Had Paul complimented him? It was unusual, as rival encounters typically sparked jealousy, not praise.
“What did he say about me?” Lucian inquired.
“He said you’re good–looking and, well, popular with women… Calista muttered.
“I’m being generous by befriending him. He can’t even be honest about his true feelings,” Lucian sneered.
He stepped out of the car and headed to the pharmacy.
“Do you stock morning–after pills?” Lucian inquired with the pharmacist.
The young female pharmacist’s smile vanished when she heard his question. She had almost asked Lucian for his number
“Yes. Which one would you like? They’re effective within 72 hours,‘ she replied, taking several boxes from the shelf
Lucian carefully examined the boxes, paying closer attention than he did to multi–million–dollar contracts.
Are there any differences between them?” he asked.
The pharmacist patiently explained the distinctions to him.
“Do they have any side effects?” he asked again.
The pharmacist hesitated for a moment. They had been discussing contraceptive pills for over half an hour, and her colleagues had already served four or five customers when Lucian asked more questions.
She was exhausted, with no romantic notions in her mind. All she wanted was for Lucian to leave.
“All contraception pills have some side effects, so it’s best to use them only when necessary. Make sure to take regular birth control measures in the future.”
Lucian opted for the one with minimal reported side effects despite it being the most expensive.
“Do you have condoms?” he asked.
The pharmacist pointed to a shelf beside the counter and replied, “Yes. There’s not much to say about
these. Just put one on before intercourse.”
Lucian picked up a box, about to speak, but the pharmacist preempted him.
“No side effects. No limitations.”
Meanwhile, Calista’s eyes were sore from scrolling on her phone in the car. She glanced toward the
pharmacy, but various promotional flyers on the glass window obscured the storefront.
Why was Lucian taking so long? Calista’s impatience grew, and she was about to open the car door when
she saw Lucian emerging from the pharmacy with two bulging bags.
The bags appeared quite full. Had Lucian bought all the contraceptive pills from the pharmacy? Lucian
placed the bags on the rear seat before returning to the driver’s seat.
Worried that she might have delayed more than the contraceptive pills‘ effective period, Calista reached for one of the bags, eager to inspect its contents.
Just as she did, she heard the sound of the car door opening from the driver’s side.
She started to ask, “Why did you buy…”
But she didn’t need to finish her sentence before she saw it. Calista opened the bags in disbelief. The contents fell onto the leather seat with a soft thud.
An array of condom brands scattered before Calista, and there were so many of them that they filled two large bags.
Calista turned to look at Lucian, utterly incredulous. What sort of madman was he? Luelan avoided eye Contact, yet it seemed as though he could anticipate her thoughts.
He spoke without hesitation, “The doctor said I should make more love.”
Calista finally managed to dig out a box of contraceptive pills from the heap of condoms.
She retorted irritatedly, “It seems you’re perfectly fine. I don’t think you need any treatment at all.”
“How do you know that? Are you a doctor?”
A tightening sensation gripped Calista’s throat, and she suppressed the unintended words she had been
about to utter.
“We were just starting fresh, and these…” she mumbled.
Calista grabbed a box of condoms, threw it at Lucian, and added, “Just forget it.”
Lucian toyed with the box in his hand.
“Shouldn’t I put in more effort, especially since we’re starting anew?” he asked.
Lucian leaned in to assist Calista in fastening her seatbelt, his gaze filled with mystery, his voice husky as if trying to seduce her.
“I had some energy–boosting beverages last night. I’m not sure whether my positive performance resulted from those beverages or my natural state. What if it’s the former? Should we contemplate hiring a personal bartender every time we make love?”
Calista couldn’t help but be in awe of the handsome face before her. She cleared her throat discreetly. He was seducing her!
“As the doctor said, I should make more love.”
Lucian put on a seductive tone, longing to kiss her. Suddenly, Calista snapped back to her senses, narrowly avoiding being trapped by his seductive allure.
Shaking herself back to reality, she interjected, “Don’t give me a reason to reconsider my promise to date you. Drive already.”
Lucian reluctantly threw the condom onto the back seat and drove away regretfully: That night, Callsta stayed in the quest room.
Lucian had desperately wanted to accompany her, but his request had been denied.
Despite Lucian’s attempts to be gentle last night, he had unintentionally caused Calista pain. Lucian had always found himself powerless when it came to Calista.
So, when she expressed her discomfort, he had no alternative but to return to the master bedroom, even
if he was unwilling to do so.
Meanwhile, in Capeton, Vivian’s fury knew no bounds as she shattered everything in a room, transforming
it into a scene of utter chaos.
She stopped her rampage when there was nothing left to hurl, gasping for breath as she leaned heavily
against a table.
“My father hit me. He’s never been physical with me before. Yet now, he did it all because of a stranger.”
Vivian fumed, lowering her mask to reveal her face, marked with two crimson handprints.
“Take a look at my face. Is there any visible damage?” she asked.
The man who stood by the door hunched over glanced at her and swiftly turned his eyes away.
“It’s fine,” he replied.
Vivian responded with a disdainful eye roll.
She unleashed a torrent of silent curses at the man her father had chosen to employ, finding him utterly unremarkable and incapable of meeting her expectations,
“He wants to send me back to Apthon. Going back there is out of the question. The Jacquez family is under Uncle Hugo’s control now. I can’t even access petty cash without his signature. I want to stay in Capeton, marry Lucian, and step into the circles of the Capeton elite,” Vivian admitted, frustration evident
in her voice
She stared at the chaos on the floor, her expression filled with determination. Then, she shifted her attention to the man and motioned for him to come closer.
“Come here, help me with something,” she demanded.
The man approached, and Vivian calmly provided him with Instructions.
The man got carried away and forgot his place, addressing Vivian by her first name: Realizing his mistake,
quickly corrected himself.
“Ms. Jacquez, sir has directed that you refrain from getting involved in this matter further,” he explained.
Vivian regarded him with a contemptuous expression.
“Who do you think you are, calling me by my name? Just do what I told you, but keep it low–key. Don’t let my dad catch wind of what I did.”