《Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 89 章

Their breaths collided closely as Lucien lifted Isolde’s curvy body into his firm embrace. The mature man’s steady footsteps crossed the backyard corridor, climbed the private staircase, and headed directly toward the master bedroom on the highest floor—an intensely private area that no woman had ever entered since this mansion was built. Even the servants had only very limited hours to enter simply to clean it.Srust... Click.The double doors made of layered black teakwood slid open before locking tightly on their own. The dim light from the golden-toned wall lamps welcomed their arrival. The scent of sandalwood, faint tobacco, and Lucien’s distinctive masculine cologne filled every corner of the spacious and elegant room.Lucien wasted no time. With a movement that was careful yet intensely possessive, he laid Isolde’s plump body down on the super-king-size bed in the center of the room. The soft mattress covered with gray silk sheets sank slightly beneath the weight of the curvy g

The tires of Lucien’s black sedan screeched loudly as the car surged into the parking area of the Blackthorne mansion. The mature man did not properly turn off the engine; he immediately pushed the driver’s door wide open and hurried through the unlocked main entrance. His footsteps thundered up the stairs, creating a loud noise that shattered the silence of the night inside the magnificent house.“Isolde!” Lucien called in his hoarse baritone voice, calling the girl’s name along the entire upstairs corridor.He immediately strode toward his master bedroom. He roughly pushed open the double doors, revealing the still-messy super king-size bed with its rumpled silk sheets. However, the bed was empty. There was no one there.Lucien’s heart pounded violently. He spun around and hurried out toward Isolde’s bedroom, which was located not far away.Click!The door to Isolde’s bedroom was pushed wide open. The room looked as though it had been turned into a battlefield; pillows and bolsters

Lucien's black sedan drove slowly across the quiet courtyard of the Blackthorne mansion. As soon as the car's engine was shut off, Lucien stepped out first, walked quickly around the vehicle, and opened the door for Isolde. The mature man once again carried the girl's voluptuous body in his arms, taking her up the back stairs toward Isolde's room without wanting to cause a commotion that could awaken the other residents of the mansion.The door to Isolde's room closed and was locked tightly. Lucien walked across the room, which had been messy earlier, taking her straight into the large master bathroom with marble flooring.Lucien turned the shower lever. Within seconds, a heavy stream of warm water cascaded down from above, soaking both of their bodies. The clothes clinging to Lucien's body and the pajamas worn by Isolde quickly became soaking wet, sticking tightly and showcasing every curve and muscle contour.Enclosed by the thin rising steam of warm water, Lucien cupped Isolde's ch

Evander’s sudden departure left a stiff silence at the dining table for a few moments. Azriel, who still had lingering annoyance in his chest, let out a short sigh. The youngest Blackthorne man pushed his plate away, which was only half-touched, then slowly wiped the corner of his lips with a cloth napkin.He stood up from his seat, adjusting his casual shirt while staring at Isolde with a look that was hard to decipher."I also have to leave now," Azriel said flatly, glancing briefly at Lucien before looking back at the plump girl in front of him. "There is an exhibition and several new sketches I need to finish at the studio."Isolde paused her chewing for a moment, nodding her chubby head politely. "Be careful on the road, Azriel."Azriel merely nodded faintly, turned his broad body around, and walked with long strides down the corridor out of the dining room. His steady footsteps gradually faded away, leaving behind a silence that now felt much warmer and more personal.Now, insid

Isolde walked along the main corridor of the faculty building with a smile that had yet to fade from her chubby face. The warmth of Lucien's kiss and the sweet promise they had shared in the car earlier still lingered vividly in her mind, making every step of her plump feet feel incredibly light. A few students who passed by glanced at her, but Isolde chose to ignore them and focused instead on the screen of her phone, where a text message from her best friend was displayed.However, the cheerful atmosphere suddenly vanished when, from the corner of the main corridor, a group of fashionably dressed girls appeared, walking with arrogant confidence. At the very front stood Arabella—the young woman known throughout the entire campus as the "campus queen" because of her family's social status and her striking beauty.Isolde, busy replying to the message, failed to notice the path ahead of her.Thud!A rather hard collision was unavoidable. Isolde's plump shoulder slammed into Arabella's s