OBS Chapter 106 Chiffon Mistress
Chapter 106 Chiffon Mistress
Chapter 106 The Chiffon Mistress (with illustrations)
Richard's sudden action froze Lucy instantly, and her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.
The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and even her fair neck was tinged with a faint blush.
My instinct was to push him away.
Despite being a high-level superhuman, her hands, which were pressed against his chest, were limp and powerless, unable to muster any strength, leaving her no choice but to lean against him.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, my breathing became rapid, and I was making barely audible murmurs.
"don't want..."
Richard looked down at the blushing cheeks and misty eyes of the woman in his arms, and a touch of tenderness welled up in his heart.
He raised his hand and pressed it against the back of her head, then leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice deep and seductive.
"You didn't miss me..."
The question was so blunt that Lucy had no way to answer it. She could only bury her head even lower, her ears burning hot.
Seeing her like this, Richard was greatly moved. He never knew what it meant to be polite to a girl who dared to flirt with him.
He immediately cupped her exquisite and beautiful face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her.
Their lips touched.
The boy's domineering nature and the girl's shyness sparked the most touching flames in an instant.
Lucy's body trembled slightly, her initial struggle gradually subsiding. She raised her hands to wrap around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and returned his kiss.
The spring breeze in the garden seemed to have become gentler, quiet and beautiful.
After an unknown amount of time, until their breathing became rapid and hot, the two slowly separated.
Lucy buried her face in Richard's shoulder, and they embraced quietly without saying a word. Their fiercely beating hearts spoke louder than a thousand words.
Richard held her slender waist, gently stroking her soft hair with one hand, feeling the warmth and tenderness of the beauty in his arms, and his heart was at peace.
After days of continuous travel, this warmth felt like a good medicine, soothing all my fatigue.
Sudden.
Lucy tilted her flushed cheeks, looked into Richard's eyes, and asked softly with a hint of confusion and trepidation, "Richard..."
"What are we doing...?"
"You refuse to pledge allegiance to Frostfire, and I am Frostfire's heir."
"It'll happen sooner or later..."
"You should understand what I mean."
As heirs of a clan, they are born with the responsibility of passing on their legacy. Their marriages are never private matters, but rather major events concerning the future of their territory.
If Richard refuses to pledge allegiance to Frost, an insurmountable chasm will ultimately separate the two.
She is very proud.
Yet, they remained clear-headed.
In this relationship that seemed to have no future, she wanted to know the answer in advance to prevent herself from getting too deeply involved and ultimately losing herself.
Richard felt a sense of helplessness, but he also understood her concerns.
It can only be said that he is indeed the heir cultivated by a large family. Even when he is moved by youthful passions, he can still maintain a certain degree of rationality and consider the problems that reality brings.
No wonder Brad had Lucy escort him back to his room that night; he believed in what kind of person his daughter was.
Richard raised his hand and brushed her bangs behind her ear. Gazing into her deep, affectionate eyes and breathtakingly beautiful face, he made a decision in his heart.
Give me two years.
"I will definitely marry you in two years."
Lucy breathes in the room.
Looking into Richard's eyes, there was both surprise and doubt.
"You know perfectly well that the husband of a female heir must marry into the family to inherit the territory's surname and bloodline. You..."
"Are you willing to marry into my family...?"
She was a little skeptical.
Although the two have only met a few times.
But she could sense that Richard's personality was even more arrogant than hers, and could even be described as a restrained yet domineering arrogance.
Before establishing a firm foothold, most pioneering lords rarely boast about their fiefdoms, lest they give the impression of being overconfident.
But he didn't.
For him, chiffon cake is like an integral part of his life, filling him with pride and honor.
This is the ultimate belief that all families constantly instill in their heirs, but not all heirs can reach it.
Richard saw the confusion in her eyes, smiled gently, and couldn't help but pinch her soft cheek.
"You'll find out when the time comes. Telling you now will only bring you no surprises."
Again.
It's impossible for him to marry into the family.
But two years from now, Qi Feng will enter the stage where I don't eat beef anymore. At that time, all that bullshit feudal and decadent tradition of having to marry into a family will go to hell!
—I don't recognize this in chiffon cakes!
At worst, the eldest son can inherit the title of Frost, and the second son can inherit the title of Chiffon. That should be fine!
Rules are inanimate.
Love is eternal.
Lucy is of noble birth, possessing both the elegance of a noblewoman and the decisiveness of a man. Her beauty is also unparalleled, so stunning that it can make one's heart tremble.
If I were to marry her as my official wife and have her at home to maintain order, it would be incredibly prestigious.
more importantly.
Winning over Lucy is equivalent to winning over the frost, allowing the chiffon cake to completely escape the awkward predicament of being stuck by the frost.
If there is any collision or friction between the Wolf and Frostfolk in the near future, Chiffon doesn't need to worry about any unusual activity from Frostfolk.
This barrier that originally stood between the chiffon cake and the outside world will become the strongest defense.
and.
Considering the relationship between Frost, Snow Deer, and Snow Fox, if Frost's support is obtained...
This means that the northernmost part of the country will become a unified whole, allowing Chiffon to better conceal itself in the early stages.
so...
What reason is there to give up on Lucy?
He had no interest in Lucy before, mainly because of her status. If she prioritized her family, then there would be no point in him pursuing her.
But since she offered herself up, don't blame me for carrying you home directly.
Richard's eyes gleamed with an air of certainty, and his confident assertiveness acted like a reassurance, instantly dispelling most of Lucy's anxiety.
She sighed softly, snuggled back into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and spoke in a muffled voice.
"good..."
"I'm waiting for you..."
A spring breeze carries the fragrance of roses and the scent of a maiden's body, adding an intoxicating touch to the romance of the back garden.
for a long time.
Richard gently pushed her away. If they continued to hug like that, something might happen, which wouldn't be good for Lucy.
He held her hand.
I sat down at the stone table.
"Last time I came empty-handed, which was really embarrassing. I'm sure you'll like the gift I brought this time."
Lucy's cheeks were still flushed, but she had regained some composure. She looked at the gift box with curiosity and anticipation.
"What is that?"
Richard smiled slightly, opened the box, and inside was a bottle of amber-colored liquor wrapped in cashmere.
A thirty-year-old Elf Moonlight Brew.
Lucy gasped in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Richard..."
"you!?"
"This is so precious!"
Richard picked up the bottle, removed the beeswax without hesitation, uncorked it, and poured Lucy a full glass.
"Compared to your smile, this wine is nothing. It's a pity that the Viscount is not here, so the two of us will have to enjoy it slowly."
Done.
He winked at Lucy, as if to say, "Since your parents aren't here, let's just have some fun together."
Lucy responded with a shy and charming look, and the two smiled at each other before beginning to savor the exquisite delicacy.
The fragrance of flowers.
Fine wine.
Girl.
Richard's interest was greatly piqued!
After savoring the Elf Moonlight Wine, he planned to invite Lucy to dance.
Born into an aristocratic family, they had to learn refined cultural knowledge such as dance, painting, poetry, and music from a young age, so both of them were quite proficient in dance.
How could Lucy refuse Richard's suggestion? She even had musicians from Frostholdt come over to play music to entertain them.
The clear, melodious sound of the harp, intertwined with the lingering, melodious notes of the violin, made the piano's tune resonate even more deeply.
Richard held Lucy's waist, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin beneath her tulle skirt, his dance steps steady and fluid.
Lucy's skirt billowed as she twirled, like a blooming rose, and her hand gently rested on his shoulder.
His eyes were filled with affection.
Heart pounding.
The young girl and boy danced gracefully to elegant music, and the fading spring air seemed to linger for this moment.
All worries and sorrows dissipate into the air with the musical notes, leaving only pure joy and smiles.
The song ended.
The two kissed and embraced passionately once again.
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