บททั้งหมดของ My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Silence hung between us, not the hollow kind or the suffocating kind, but something different—something weightier, carried by us both.My fingers remained intertwined with his, resting between us as I leaned against him, my gaze fixed on the tomb. My eyes lingered on the words I couldn't stop reading...Unborn heirI felt like someone squeezed my chest so tight that even after everything and knowing the truth, it still didn't feel real. My other free hand unconsciously moved again to rest over my stomach, empty. "I was really carrying our pup..." I murmured.My chest was aching with regret and unforgiving. I should have known... I should have felt it... I should have protected it... My fingers curled, but the more I thought about it, the more something else surfaced.It wasn't grief or regret. Because now I wasn't just remembering how I died. I was remembering... why.My gaze hardened as the memory returned in fragments. It was blurred at first before they gradually became more vivi

I entered in my chamber quietly. I stood there for a moment, my fingers slowly reaching for the ties of my dress, loosening them one by one until the fabric slipped from my shoulders.The air felt cooler against my skin, but it wasn't the cold that made me pause. It was my reflection. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror. My gaze drifted, lowering until it settled on my stomach. My hand moved without thought, resting there. It was as if I had done this a thousand times before."I was really carrying you..." I murmured softly as if this body had carried it. My fingers traced the same spot again, slower this time. "I wonder..." I whispered, my voice barely there. "...if you were given another chance too..." A faint ache settled in my chest. "If you're somewhere living a life we couldn't give you..." I exhaled slowly. And for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine it again. A pup that was ours. Safe. Happy. Loved.My hand gently clenched. "Or maybe... you'll come back to me

This time, there was no restraint left. Not anymore.His hands moved without hesitation as they gripped my waist, adjusting me just enough that I had no choice to brace myself against the counter behind me. My breath broke into uneven pieces, swallowed again by the intensity of his kiss as my fingers tightened in his hair, holding onto him like I might lose him if I let go. Because that was what it felt like if I loosened my grip, he would disappear.And I couldn't bear that. Not again."Lucretius..." I whispered against his lips, but the sound dissolved the moment he moved, his mouth leaving mine only to trail along my jaw like he was no longer rushing, but savoring.My head tilted back, allowing him because I wanted him to. I wanted all of it.His breath was warm against my skin, uneven now, no longer controlled, no longer restrained as his hands slid slightly along my sides, holding me in place, grounding me there against him.He wasn't letting me slip away or not letting me mov

His restraint shattered completely. And the next moment, I felt the way his hands tightened around me before lifting me off the counter in one swift motion. My breath hitched, instinctively tightening my hold around him, my legs locked at his waist as I clung to him, my fingers gripping his shoulders harder."Lucretius—" My voice broke softly, more from the sudden movement than fear.But he didn't answer immediately because the look in his eyes had changed. It was no longer teasing. His gaze was no longer holding back.He looked decided and possessive as one of his arms stayed firm beneath me, holding me securely as if I weighed nothing, while the other kept me close, pressed fully against him as he moved.He was taking his steps like he had already made up his mind. And the hallway blurred past us. The silence of the manor swallowed everything except the uneven rhythm of our breathing. Mine was soft and broken while his was deeper and rougher, like he was still trying to keep himse

By the time we finally left the bath, the water had long gone lukewarm. And what started as something playful didn't stay that way. One moment, we were splashing water at each other like children, and the next, we just found ourselves kissing fiercely until the bathroom was filled with our moans.We both lost track of time all over again. My fingers gripped tightly around the spoon as the memory flickered through my mind, heat creeping up my neck despite the exhaustion still lingering in my body.The moment Lucretius helped me sit down, none of that mattered anymore. Because I was starving so badly that I didn't wait or bother with composure.I reached for the food the second I settled into my seat, taking a bite before I had even properly sat back. A quiet sound slipped from me as I ate again, faster this time, like my body was trying to make up for everything it had lost.Across from me, Lucretius chuckled, looking amused. "Slow down, wifey," he murmured, his hand lifting to brus