LUCIA

Chapter 47 Truth & Lies

'Damian is gone.'

When Lucia thought about it, it made her depressed.

'Mother.'

The memory of him calling her that rose to the forefront of her mind and she held her reddening face.

'But I can't hear it anymore now.'

With this thought, she became depressed again. After sending Damian off, Lucia spent all day in her thoughts, going back and forth between two opposite extremes of emotions.

"Milady, the bath water is ready."

The maid was already repeating this for the third time. For some time now, Lucia had changed into her night chemise to bathe and was sitting on the bed.

"Okay."

Lucia gave a reply but her head hung low as she continued to be absorbed in her thoughts. The maid was being careful not to keep urging her madam so she remained standing there, unable to do anything.

Suddenly, a strong force caught Lucia's chin and lifted it up, causing her head to go up. As some point, Hugo had entered and was lifting up her chin to look at her.

His slightly chilled red eyes swept over her face. As soon as Hugo walked into the bedroom and saw her on the bed with her head lowered, he was shocked. The thought that perhaps she was leaning over to cry made him uncomfortable so he immediately lifted her head to check.

When he saw that her expression was good, the rock on his chest was lifted.

'Why's he here already?'

Lucia glanced around looking for the maid but the maid had already made herself scarce the moment Hugo entered. She then remembered the maid's urging while she was absentminded.

'I haven't washed up yet.'

Lucia freed her chin from his grasp to vocalize this to him but before she could speak, he drew closer and blocked her lips. He moved to swallow her lips and grabbed her shoulders. In that motion, he knocked her down onto the bed. She tried to push away from his chest in surprise but her strength wasn't enough.

He pounced on her at once. His hand lifted her chemise up to her thighs and he placed his knees between her legs, separating them. He did not let go of her lips, following with a deep kiss. His tongue occupied her mouth, moving skillfully and stimulating the insides of her mouth.

As she was drawn into the kiss, the strength in her hand grabbing onto his shoulders gradually weakened. But when his hand began to take off her underwear, Lucia came to her senses.

"Uhn...!"

When she began to rebel fiercely, clasping her legs over her excited lower body, his movements stopped. He detangled himself from her chewy tongue, licked her lips lightly and moved slightly away. His gaze swept over her red face and misty eyes, and his eyes quivered with desperate desire.

"What is it?" (Hugo)

"I haven't bathed yet..." (Lucia)

"I don't care."

"I care."

"So. In this state, you're saying you want to take a bath?"

"Yes."

Her expression was filled with will, showing that by all means, she must have a bath, right now. Hugo sighed.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"...What?"

"...Nevermind."

Really, she was driving someone crazy in all sorts of ways. He raised his body up from the bed and at the same time, picked her up and placed her onto his shoulders as if carrying luggage.