บททั้งหมดของ Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The roar of the black Rolls-Royce's engine finally died down as its wheels came to a complete stop at the main lobby of Blackthorne Mansion. The car door was immediately opened wide by Martin from the outside. Isolde remained motionless in the corner of her seat, hugging her trembling knees as the remnants of her sobbing gradually subsided, leaving salty streaks on her dirty cheeks."Come on, get out, Sweet Miss," Evander coaxed in a low voice that, for some reason, sounded a little gentler than usual.The well-built man extended his muscular arm into the car cabin. On the other side of the door, Azriel was already standing upright, offering his pale, cold hand to help Isolde out. With awkward and hesitant movements, Isolde placed both of her hands into the hands of the two men."Ow..." Isolde whimpered, her rosy lips hissing softly as her bare feet touched the cold marble floor of the lobby. An intense stinging pain instantly shot through her scraped wounds, piercing all the way to t

The sharp scent of antiseptic and floor-cleaning solution immediately assaulted the senses as soon as the door to the VIP ward closed tightly. Isolde lay weakly on the hospital bed covered with a clean white sheet, with a bottle of clear liquid now hanging from the iron stand, dripping medicine drop by drop through an IV needle inserted into the back of her right hand.The middle-aged doctor in his white coat stepped back, slipping the stethoscope into his pocket while adjusting the position of his frameless glasses. His breath sounded relieved as he turned toward Lucien, who was standing upright near the large window.“How is her condition?” Lucien asked in a heavy voice, low and full of impatient pressure. His arms were tightly crossed in front of his broad chest.The doctor gave a thin smile, trying to soften the intimidating atmosphere emanating from the owner of the hospital foundation. “The young lady is only experiencing mild dehydration and symptoms of starvation, Sir Lucien,”

Isolde was still wiping her lips, which felt slightly swollen and wet due to Evander's rough actions a few minutes ago. Her heart was beating fast, leaving a hot sensation that spread strangely along her blood vessels. Her passion, which had been ignited by the forced devouring earlier, was now held back at the threshold, making her feel restless on the hospital bed.The door to the inpatient room was pushed open softly again. By reflex, Isolde straightened her back, preparing to scold if the one who came was Evander again. However, the frown on her forehead slowly relaxed upon seeing a thin figure stepping inside while cradling a black leather-bound sketchbooks against his chest.Azriel walked closer with steps that were nearly soundless. "How is your condition?" Azriel asked in a flat and expressionless tone of voice, yet his pair of dark eyes stared intently toward Isolde's wrist, which was still pierced by an IV needle. "Aunt Hiyuni said your body temperature was very hot earlier."

"Yes, I am sure," Isolde whispered, repeating her words, nodding slightly with the remnants of courage that had somehow gathered in her chest.Azriel adjusted his black sketchbook, cradling it back against his chest with a thin smile full of cold satisfaction. "Okay, I'll wait for the good news after this plump body of yours has fully recovered," Azriel said lowly, his dark eyes glancing briefly toward the blanket covering Isolde's lower abdomen before he finally turned around.*Click. Click.*The hospital room door closed tightly again after Azriel's thin back disappeared behind the hallway.As soon as the room fell silent again, Isolde suddenly clutched her own hair with trembling hands. "Fool! Why did I even accept a crazy offer from that little monster?!" Isolde cursed at herself, her chest heaving with rapid breaths from a mixture of disgust and confusion swirling in her head.However, in the midst of the raging guilt, dark memories from her past suddenly replayed like a broken c

The sharp scent of antiseptic in the hospital corridor had slowly faded, replaced by the suffocating silence inside the ward room. Isolde was still gripping the edge of the metal bed. The distance between her face and Lucien’s had been erased completely, leaving only the warm breath of the Grand Lord brushing across the surface of her soft cheek.“Y-yes…” Isolde finally squeaked, her plump lips still slightly cracked as she admitted the forbidden turmoil in her chest. She lowered her head, unwilling to meet Lucien’s sharp, gleaming gray eyes.Instead of erupting in anger, Lucien’s large fingers moved forward. The man pinched Isolde’s chubby cheek gently yet firmly, making her lips pout adorably.“Don’t ever do something that stupid again,” Lucien said in a low voice, his tone heavily laced with serious emphasis. He withdrew his hand and stood straight, adjusting his luxury wristwatch. “You are still very young, Isolde. Your future is still long. Don’t ruin yourself just because of use