All Chapters of His Sinful Pleasure : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zerina's Point Of View I ran along the staircase, using my eyes to search for Mr. Wilson. The marble floor seemed to stretch on forever, a cold, unforgiving expanse that matched the dread pooling in my stomach. I didn’t know what to do. I hated this feeling—the heaviness in my chest, the guilt weighing on my thoughts like a physical presence. I hated knowing someone was angry with me, especially when I didn’t fully understand why. And worse… it was him. Lysander. My heart twisted at the thought of him, at the idea of facing his cold, piercing gaze. I let out a slow breath and turned around, my eyes landing on the tall, composed figure standing near the corridor. I exhaled. Mr. Wilson, the epitome of dignity and calm, his posture was perfect, his expression serene. But I saw it—the faint flicker of concern in his eyes, the way his hands were clenched slightly behind his back. “Mr. Wilson…” I called softly, my voice barely above a whisper. The butler turned immediately, straighten

Author's Point of View"No," was yet again, his solid answer. He really couldn't believe this girl at all. He predicted it would be something silly but she surprised him by jumping into another dimension of silliness .Zerina's Point Of ViewLysander looked utterly speechless. I held my breath, waiting for his response. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. "No," he said firmly. That was it. Just one word. He looked genuinely incredulous, as though he couldn't believe I had even asked such a thing. Maybe he had expected something childish or trivial from me, but why do I feel like he looked at me as though I had apparently leaped straight into another realm of absurdity. "Go and rest, Zerina. I have important matters to attend to tonight," he added coolly. He rejected me outrightly. "B-but, Lysander, I—"Before I could finish, he placed a finger over my lips, silencing me instantly. I knew that look. He wouldn't give in so easily. If I wanted him to ag

Earlier— Zerina had slowly climbed the ladder leading to the roof. Her body trembled slightly, both from fear and from the cold. She refused to look down as she continued upward, step by careful step, a blanket draped over one shoulder. After several more cautious movements, she finally reached the rooftop.Fortunately, the day had been sunny, leaving the roof completely dry. Had it been wet from rain or moisture, it would have been dangerously slippery. When she straightened, a wide smile spread across her face. She had never dared to do something like this before, though she had always imagined it would be thrilling. Her grandfather had always been overly protective. She was certain he would have nearly fainted if he knew she climbed onto a roof. So she had never tried. Until now. She had not realized how refreshing it felt to stand up there. A cool breeze brushed across her face, and she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with clean, crisp air. She looked around and realiz

Author’s Point Of View Lysander stood there in complete silence, staring at Zerina as though she had just spoken in a language he did not understand. For a long moment, he truly did not move. He had implied enough. Any other woman would have caught on immediately. Any other woman would have smirked, teased, pushed the tension further. But not Zerina. This little wife had simply declared that she would “work hard” without even knowing what he meant. This foolish little wife… A muscle ticked in his jaw. She had already forgotten the very first warning he had ever given her — to think before she spoke. To understand the weight of her own words. Yet here she was, offering herself into an agreement she barely comprehended. And the worst part? She looked so serious about it. He exhaled slowly through his nose. He only hoped she would not back out of their arrangement later. Because if she did… if she tried to run from something she had willingly stepped into… His gaze d

Lysander set Zerina down gently at the foot of the ladder. He turned toward her afterward and said, “I’ll climb down first. Make sure you grip the ladder properly so the wind doesn’t sweep you away again.” His voice almost carried a trace of concern, yet a sly, dangerous smile curved his lips as he spoke those words. He descended swiftly, and the instant his shoes touched the solid ground below, he tilted his head upward and gestured for her to come down. Zerina swallowed nervously. It had been simple when she climbed up earlier, but now that she was looking down from that height, fear crept into her chest. Fortunately, seeing Lysander waiting beneath her steadied her racing heart. She placed her foot on the first rung, and Lysander immediately noticed the faint tremor in her legs. His posture stiffened as he became alert. This girl was truly unbelievable. How could she speak so boldly and act so fearless, yet tremble over something like this? As Zerina carefully made her way d