On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

♦♦♦♦Two days later, Vanessa was discharged from the hospital and returned to the mansion.The atmosphere in the house had not improved....if anything, it had grown heavier.Things were still awkward between Lewis and Eleanor. He continued to show her subtle advances, lingering touches, prolonged gazes, and unnecessary concern, but Eleanor rejected him each time with calm restraint. Each rejection chipped away at Lewis’s confidence, making him feel inferior to his brother in ways he had never allowed himself to feel before.Yet Eleanor knew her restraint was thinning.The moment she saw Lucas step back into the house, she knew everything would slowly return to its rightful path.The pieces were falling into place.“Eleanor!” Vanessa called out brightly, her voice filled with exaggerated excitement as she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her.Eleanor did not move.She didn’t return the hug. She didn’t smile. She didn’t even blink.She simply stared at Vanessa like she was obs

♦♦♦♦ The anger he couldn’t express surged violently through him, coiling tight in his chest like a trapped beast. It clawed at his ribs, burning and demanding release… but he swallowed it down. His fingers flexed at his sides, nails digging into his palms as if pain could anchor him. That reaction. That silent restraint. It was exactly what Eleanor wanted. Hurt. Betrayal. The same quiet devastation she had once felt when everything she believed in collapsed before her eyes. So she continued, pressing deliberately where it hurt most, her tone soft but calculated. “Hmmm… but I pity him,” she said gently, tilting her head as though genuinely sympathetic. His brows furrowed immediately, confusion flickering across his face before curiosity slipped in despite himself. “He’s not even in the family picture,” she added with a slow shake of her head, her fingers brushing lightly over his shoulder as if comforting him. “That must be really tough on him.” Lewis clenched his jaw so tightly t

♦♦♦♦ Lewis stood directly in front of Lucas, his posture rigid, his tall frame unmoving like a wall carved from stone. Every muscle in his body was locked in restraint, his hands curled slightly at his sides as if holding himself back from doing something irreversible. The anger raging inside him threatened to break free at any second, clawing at his control, demanding release. But he forced it down with sheer will, burying it beneath a mask of calm that looked almost unnatural… almost frightening in its stillness. His eyes, however, betrayed him. They burned with something Lucas had never seen before. “What is it, Lewis?” Lucas asked cautiously. Fear and curiosity tangled tightly in his voice. His throat felt dry. He could never predict Lewis’s next move… not when he looked like this. Not when his silence felt heavier than shouting. That was why Lucas had always been careful around him. Too careful. Because when Lewis reached this point, it meant something had already broken inside

♦♦♦♦Lucas stood rooted to the spot, his body stiff, his thoughts scattered. No response came immediately. He couldn’t form a proper sentence....couldn’t find the right words to defend himself or justify his hesitation.“Eleanor…” he began, his voice low and uneven. “You know that’s not possible.”The words sounded weak even to his own ears.“Why?” Eleanor scoffed, irritation blending sharply with anger. Her eyes hardened as she stared at him. She already knew the answer. She knew he wasn’t up to the task....but she had still decided to test him.And once again, he failed.Lucas’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to keep his composure. “I’m sorry,” he muttered slowly, defeated. “Maybe… maybe something else?”“I don’t want anything else,” she hissed, pulling the sheet tighter around her body and covering herself properly now. Her voice trembled....not with weakness, but with restrained fury. “She’s my only worry. My only sadness.”“I guess...

♦♦♦♦ After a few moments, he finally stopped. His hands lingered on her skin briefly, as if memorizing the shape of her injury, before he slowly withdrew them. His jaw was tight, and his brows slightly furrowed, not in anger, but in something closer to restrained frustration. The sight of her bruised body had stirred something restless inside him, something he couldn’t easily suppress. “I’ll place the ice packs,” Lewis said quietly. He pressed the cold pack carefully against her lower back, adjusting it with surprising gentleness so it wouldn’t hurt her further. Then he placed another against her hip, his fingers brushing her bare skin in slow, deliberate movements that made her tense without understanding why. “Don’t get hurt again,” he murmured, his tone unusually soft, almost intimate, as if the words carried more meaning than simple concern. Before she could react, he leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss against her back....then another against her hip. His lips were w