LOGINThe heated friction against the back of her hips grew more intense, yet behind Isolde's tightly shut eyelids, the tightness in her chest became even more unbearable. Every time Evander's tongue traced the curve of her neck, the face that appeared in her mind was not that of the messy-haired man, but Lucien's pair of sharp eyes looking at her with a possessive gleam.A wave of nausea suddenly crept up through her full chest. Isolde realized that she could no longer lie to her own heart. Using her body as an outlet for her heartbreak would only make her seem even more pathetic.With one sudden and forceful movement, Isolde jerked herself forward, shrugging Evander's muscular arms off her hips until his embrace was forcefully broken."I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Evander. It turns out I can't do this!" Isolde cried, her voice breaking with sobs.The tears that had been pooling in her eyes poured down her chubby cheeks once again. Without wasting even a second to hear Evander's response, Isold
The sound of the shower in the office bathroom finally came to a stop. Lucien stepped out with his black hair completely soaked, dampening the white dress shirt that clung tightly to his broad chest. The effects of the aphrodisiac had not completely worn off, but the icy water had managed to restore most of his senses.On his desk, his phone continued to vibrate nonstop. Lucien strode over and snatched up the rectangular device with his large fingers. His sharp eyes caught a text message that had arrived some time earlier from Isolde."Can't wait for this afternoon, Luci."The message had been sent at three o'clock that afternoon. Lucien closed his eyes for a moment, cursing his own carelessness for allowing Chloe into his office and letting her give him that poisoned drink, leaving him with no chance to reply to Isolde's message. Without wasting another second, Lucien immediately pressed the call button.One ring... two rings... until the call was automatically disconnected because i
The atmosphere inside the magnificent CEO's office suddenly descended into chaos. Lucien, who had been standing frozen with a dazed gaze and distorted awareness, abruptly widened his eyes as an unfamiliar heat consumed every rational thought in his mind. His head felt unbearably heavy, throbbing intensely.The very moment his senses gradually returned, Lucien realized that Chloe's lips were still pressed firmly against his. An overwhelming wave of disgust instantly gripped his chest.Shove!With one rough push, Lucien shoved Chloe's slender body away, causing her to stagger backward several steps and nearly fall beside his desk."Luci? What's wrong, darling?" Chloe winced in surprise as she straightened her slightly wrinkled fuchsia dress. Her eyes sparkled with a deliberately sweet, demanding expression.Lucien braced his tall frame against the edge of his desk. His breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling unevenly. Cold sweat began soaking his temples and the collar of
The sky above the city gradually turned into shades of silvery orange, giving way to the shadows of night that slowly crept in. Isolde stood by the roadside in front of the campus gate, pulling her maroon flannel shirt tighter around herself to shield against the increasingly chilly evening breeze.An hour had already passed since her classes ended. Her eyes remained fixed on the far end of the busy road, hoping to catch sight of Lucien's black SUV. However, the road remained the same, with no sign of the man.Isolde took out her phone once again. The screen still displayed the text message she had sent earlier that afternoon—it still showed two gray check marks and had not been read. She tried calling him, but only the long ringing tone answered until the call disconnected automatically. A mixture of anxiety and simmering annoyance began to settle deep inside her chest."That stiff man... he said he'd pick me up, but now he's disappeared without a word," Isolde muttered hoarsely, pou
The afternoon had only just begun to settle when Isolde sat alone on one of the wooden benches beneath the shade of a large tree in the university garden. A gentle breeze brushed against her chubby face, yet the cool air did nothing to drive away the heat lingering inside her head.Isolde couldn't stop thinking about the sketch Azriel had shown her at the restaurant earlier. The detailed pencil shading depicting her curvy body beside the figure of a completely naked man replayed in her mind like a film reel. At first, it had felt incredibly erotic and disgusting, but as time passed, the heat building in her lower abdomen instead sparked a reckless fantasy in her mind: what if the scene in that vulgar drawing wasn't with Azriel, but with Lucien?The image of that intimate position shared with the mature man who carried the scent of sandalwood suddenly made Isolde's breathing grow a little heavier. Her chubby cheeks flushed warmly once again.With her plump fingers trembling slightly, I
The atmosphere inside the wood-themed Japanese restaurant, located not far from the university campus, was far calmer than the noisy main cafeteria. Azriel chose the tatami booth tucked away in the far corner, separated by thin bamboo partitions that provided enough privacy for the two of them.Several bowls of ramen and plates of warm dim sum had already been served on the low table. Isolde, who hadn't eaten a proper breakfast because of the drama at the mansion's dining table earlier that morning, was now busily devouring the rich broth and noodles. Her chubby cheeks puffed adorably every time she stuffed another bundle of noodles into her plump mouth.Across the table, Azriel hadn't touched his own meal at all. The youngest Blackthorne simply rested his chin on one hand, staring directly at Isolde with his dark eyes fixed on her every movement. His gaze never wandered for even a second as he quietly admired the innocent and adorable expressions that naturally appeared on Isolde's c
The moment the glass door of the salon opened for the second time, the atmosphere inside instantly shifted by 180 degrees. Lucien stepped in with a hardened jaw, leading Isolde beside him, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. The heavy and decisive sound of Lucien's dress shoes echoed acr
Evander leaned casually against the treadmill's handrail, steadily closing the distance between them until Isolde could catch the strong scent of his masculine cologne."I'm getting more curious," Evander murmured, his gaze blatantly dropping to Isolde's chest as it rose and fell rapidly from exhau
"Then why are you wandering around at this hour of the night?" Azriel asked, his voice lowering while his fingers still held the back of Isolde's neck captive."I-I'm hungry!" Isolde squeaked in panic. Her ragged breaths felt warm against Azriel's bare chest."If you're hungry, the kitchen is down
Isolde staggered behind Raymond as he guided her down a long corridor. She pulled the torn section of her cream satin gown over her thigh, trying to hide her smooth skin from the mansion's cold night air that seemed to seep into her pores.As Isolde passed rows of servants stationed at the corners







