Turning Heads After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 411 - チャプター 420

A tremendous crash echoed as the iron rod went flying through the air. The motorcycle attached to the sports car shook violently, lost control, and crashed into a roadside flower pot.Feeling the arms around her waist tighten with force, Marisol instinctively looked up to see the man holding her with one arm while his other hand gripped a baseball bat, maintaining the powerful swing he'd just executed. His muscles bulged and veins protruded like a violent, ferocious beast.She'd seen the man in many states before. Calm, elegant, angry, flamboyant, confident in control, and so many more. Yet she'd never seen him look so fierce, so intimidating that just being near him created so much tension.She knew the Muller elders mostly came from military backgrounds. Lucian grew up in such an environment, so his combat abilities were naturally strong. But she never expected him to be this fierce.Now that she thought about it carefully, the most ferocious she'd ever seen the man was only in

The shock had been too overwhelming, leaving her exhausted and drained. Marisol woke briefly before drifting back into unconsciousness.When she woke again, she found herself in Lucian's arms. Her back was pressed tightly against his bare chest, and she felt his scorching heat. Her legs were trapped between his, and she could even feel how hard he was.Fury shot straight to her head. This bastard!When she thought about all the suffering she'd endured during this time, the resentment in her chest was impossible to dispel. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on the hand draped across her chest.Lucian let out a soft hiss. He was clearly awake.She bit down with force, even drawing blood, but the man never loosened his embrace. Instead, he held her even tighter, and that part of him grew harder and hotter. His lips moved close to her ear as he spoke in a hoarse whisper."Don't move, my dear. I really can't hold back much longer. You'll have to take responsibility."This damn pe

Marisol was genuinely afraid of being hungry now. Seeing her like this, Lucian stopped teasing her and sat motionless on the couch. He held her quietly. It was rare for him to be so still.The food arrived quickly, and Marisol completely forgot about the extremely annoying man sitting in the room with her. Her eyes and heart were entirely focused on the meal. It wasn't until music began playing in the room that she snapped back to awareness.Seeing her attention finally turn to him, Lucian, who had just finished setting up the record player, smiled as he walked over. "You finally remember that I exist, my dear?"Marisol frowned. Music was floating through the air, there was dim amber lighting, and a man and a woman were alone. The atmosphere was quite ominous."What are you doing?""I just want you to relax a little." Lucian sat beside her. He gently smoothed the furrow between her brows. "You're out of that place now. I promise you'll never have to go back there again."He sense

The phone crashed to the floor, its screen shattering. Once her breathing finally steadied and her limbs gradually regained strength, Marisol crawled out of Lucian's arms and stood up.Lucian didn't move. She paid him no mind, casually pulling over a chair to sit down. She touched her still-aching neck, poured herself a glass of water, and moistened her throat to soothe the burning pain deep within.She'd eaten her fill. Now it was time to talk business.She no longer wanted to be entangled with Lucian. She might as well discuss everything clearly tonight and have no contact with him whatsoever from now on.Marisol didn't want to hurt anymore.The music continued playing. She set down her water glass and turned her head slightly without looking at him. Her gaze fell on empty space as she spoke softly. "Lucian."Her voice was somewhat hoarse when she first spoke. She paused briefly before continuing."During those days locked in the castle, I could only be a faceless doll that co

Back in Everton, Nevaeh was at the Muller family residence.Hearing that Elizabeth had been unwell lately, Nevaeh brought a collection of health supplements on her visit and had the staff fetch them from her car."Where is Madam Muller?""Madam is in the greenhouse," the staff replied.Elizabeth and Nevaeh's mother, Darlene, had been close friends in their youth. The two families had a long history.With the arranged engagement between their children, Nevaeh had frequently visited here since she was a child. Naturally, she was never turned away.Following the familiar path to the garden, she saw a woman with a haggard face lying in a rocking chair among clusters of bright red roses. Elizabeth was half-closing her eyes as she basked in the sun.Nevaeh approached and called softly, "Madam Muller."Elizabeth hadn't been feeling well lately. With all the medication she was taking, she slept a lot and often felt drowsy. It took her a moment to respond to the voice. "Nev, come sit."