LUCIA

Chapter 62 The Capital's High Society

Time and time again, he was shocked by the fact that she asked him if he would cheat in the capital. It was as if she would give him anything when she opened up and fully accepted him on the bed but in reality, her heart was closed and she did not trust him. What other way was there if she refused even his gifts?

She did not acknowledge his persistent efforts to obtain her heart. Just the sight of her made him feel her preciousness, and the mere thought of her made him feel jittery inside, yet his ice witch did even think of melting at all.

"Are you angry?" (Lucia)

"I am not."

He replied sourly, contrary to his words. Lucia gazed at him in thought.

'If it were in the past, I would have been hurt by his blunt words.'

She probably wouldn't have said a word and suffered in silence. However, now, she could afford to not worry too much even if he was grumbling. When did she become able to confidently tell him, 'you can go and sleep in your room today'.

Lucia stood up, her gaze fixed on him. She slowly took off her bathrobe and it fell to the floor, revealing her nude body underneath. Hugo, who was lying down indifferently, jolted upright at this sight.

Feeling his stunned red eyes staring at her intensely, she looked at him and her eyes curved beautifully as she smiled. Looking at his wife smiling like an enchantress as the amber necklace glistened off her fair naked skin, Hugo's mind went blank.

Lucia walked towards the bed without looking away from his hardened center. Her boldness surprising even herself.

He always gazed at her passionately. His gaze was as if he was seeing the fantastical beauty from the rumors. At first, she felt embarrassed but as she got used to his gaze, she began to think, 'maybe I am a little attractive.'

And when she enticed him, she became confident that she could go forward with it. She climbed onto the bed and slowly approached him on her knees. She looked into his wavering red eyes that were as though she had seized them and smiled.

It was a crafty smile that she herself did not realize. Hugo was frozen stiff as he watched her climb over his body and mount him. She sat down as tightly as possible on the center of his thighs.

His rigidness peaked from beneath his bathrobe, pressing hard against her behind. His Adam's apple moved flinchingly. She grabbed the necklace on her neck and lifted the yellow sapphire to her lips, kissing it, then she gave him an odd smile.

"The necklace, does it suit me?"

"...Very."

His voice sounded strained.

"It's not that I don't like the gift but I have a small liver(1). Please understand that I worry of you going bankrupt."

"Even if the sky splits in two, that won't happen."

Lucia slid her hands into his bathrobe and slowly caressed his firm chest. Meeting his quivering gaze, she felt a thrill of excitement from the situation she was leading.

"They say the luxury of a woman can shake the foundation of a nation."

Much less that of a family. Although Hugo knew what she meant, in his mind, if she wanted it, he would set up a nation and give it to her.

"Shake as much as you want."

The Taran family could handle that much. Even though Hugo grit his teeth at the disgusting history of his family, he acknowledged its strength. At his arrogant confidence, Lucia smiled as if it couldn't be helped. Humility was not the virtue of Hugo Taran.