Alle Kapitel von Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

The steady hum of the black sedan's engine echoed as it cut through the paved road lined with rows of maple trees typical of the European suburbs. Isolde leaned back against the rear passenger seat, gazing out through the slightly fogged window. Her thoughts were nowhere near the Baroque-style buildings passing by outside. Instead, they drifted back to the rooftop of the university building just a few hours earlier.Her chubby fingers slowly rose to touch her lips, where a faint throbbing sensation still lingered. Her heartbeat instantly raced again as flashes of the heated moment—when she had knelt before Evander—replayed in her mind without permission."This is crazy... absolutely crazy. Oh my God, what has actually happened to me?" Isolde whispered under her breath, clutching the maroon backpack resting on her lap in an attempt to suppress the strange turmoil that once again sent a ticklish sensation through her lower abdomen. A faint sense of guilt surfaced, only to be drowned out

"Wh... why a... are yo..." Isolde’s sentence broke off, her tongue suddenly freezing as if tightly locked.In a state of utterly chaotic panic, she immediately stepped her trembling feet backward, dropping her plump bottom onto the edge of the king-size bed. Her pair of fleshy hands moved wildly to the right and left, desperately fumbling across the surface of the silk sheets. Damn it. There was no blanket there. The thick item turned out to be still neatly folded on the sofa at the far end of the room, leaving all of her bare, milk-white skin now completely exposed under the murderous gaze belonging to the head of the Blackthorne family."Then who exactly did you expect to come into this room, huh?!" Lucien barked in a low, thundering voice, shattering the silence of the night like a striking bolt of lightning.The sturdily built man stepped forward as if ready to skin his prey. His veiny, muscular hand moved as fast as lightning, gripping Isolde’s round chin with an extremely tight

Lucien slowly loosened his embrace, allowing Isolde's plump body to move slightly away from him on the bed. The mature man silently rose to his feet and walked toward the large teakwood wardrobe standing in the corner of the room. His strong hands skillfully slid open the wardrobe doors as he sorted through the neatly hanging clothes inside.After a moment of searching, he returned to the bedside carrying a thick plain cotton pajama set—a long-sleeved button-up shirt and a pair of long pants, both far too modest. He also placed a pair of undergarments and a wireless cream-colored bra on top of the sheets."Put these on," Lucien said, his voice once again calm and authoritative as he held the folded clothes out toward Isolde. "You'll catch a cold if you keep sitting there half-naked under the warm air from the heater. If you get sick, I'll be the one who has to take care of you."Isolde remained silent, lowering her head deeply. Her hands, still wrapped inside Lucien's dress shirt, slo

Walking side by side, Isolde's soft footsteps matched Lucien's steady stride as they descended the grand staircase to the first floor.However, something felt strange that morning.The entire first floor was eerily silent. There was no clinking of plates coming from the dining room, no mouthwatering aroma of breakfast filling the air, and not a single servant could be seen carrying out their usual duties.As soon as they entered the main dining room, the long mahogany table stood completely empty.There was no breakfast.Not a single dish had been prepared."Where is everyone?" Lucien asked, his brows knitting together in a deep frown. His sharp gaze swept across the row of empty chairs. Neither of his younger brothers, Evander nor Azriel, was anywhere to be seen.Beside him, Isolde suddenly froze.The curvy young woman instinctively bit her lower lip while her fingers tightly gripped the hem of her cotton pajamas."Evander..." she cried inwardly in panic.Her sharp mind immediately c

Burp.A small, restrained burp suddenly escaped Isolde's throat, breaking the silence at the corner table of the restaurant after the last spoonful of French toast disappeared into her mouth. Instinctively, Isolde covered her plump mouth with her palm, her round eyes blinking innocently without the slightest hint of guilt.Lucien, who had just been wiping his lips with a cloth napkin, immediately stopped what he was doing. The mature man let out a short snort and tossed the napkin onto the table with a disapproving shake of his head."You little roasted pig," he muttered flatly. "No manners, no sense of decency. You're truly ruining the view."Instead of shrinking back or feeling embarrassed the way she had whenever Gavin's family insulted her, Isolde leaned forward across the table. She rested her chin on both palms, making her chubby cheeks puff out adorably."Yep, I'm an adorable little roasted pig! So adorable that the honorable Mr. Lucien Blackthorne himself can't help but be cap