My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 13

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Chapter 13
Chapter 2. Sudden Change (3)
Lucius’s hand swept across Celia with unmistakable intent.
His smiling face seemed too pristine for even the word deception to touch. While his fingers traced her as if pressing the keys of a harpsichord, his eyes alone feigned innocence.
Just like last time.
“Answer me.”
A deep undertone threaded through his measured words, drawing the listener into its depths.
His index finger grazed beneath her jaw as she tried to pull away, tilting it upward—a subtle pressure traveled along her neck.
Celia’s breath caught, shallow and fragile.
“The things I shouldn’t do to you.”
His voice stirred the air around them.
If she let herself be swept away like this, she’d crumble again just as she had that day. The image of herself turning to flee materialized sharp and clear in her mind.
The thought of it shattered what remained of her pride.
“Your question is wrong.”
Something rough rose from deep within her chest, scraping through her throat as her voice escaped.
“First, tell me what you can do for me.”
Celia rose from her seat in defiance, throwing her shoulders back and lifting her chin.
Lucius’s eyebrow flickered minutely—a sign he was weighing his response. Just as a brief satisfaction bloomed in her chest, she was forced to bite down on her smile.
Because the softness spreading across his eyes, coupled with that gentle smile, was so warm and radiant—like earth freshly touched by spring—it soaked into her completely.
“Ha.”
Lucius’s eyes narrowed, a flush blooming at the corners.
The sound that escaped him was too hot to call laughter, too sweet to call a sigh—it was nothing like what she’d hoped for.
“What I can do for you?”
The hands that had been careful until a moment ago turned rough, descending to her slender waist.
Her thin nightgown offered no protection against him. It took no time at all for his large hands to claim her waist like chains, drawing her close until their bodies pressed together.
“I can kiss every place that brings you joy.”
Thump.
He pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’ll kiss everywhere you show me, and desire the places you hide.”
The air grew thick and viscous as the distance between them dissolved completely. Bound by the arm around her waist, Celia naturally rose onto her toes, unable to do anything but look up at him.
Their eyes drew near.
Green bloomed and blurred into focus—murky, fractured somehow—a smile wavered through it all.
“I’ll demand to see everything you try to hide, laid bare before my eyes.”
His fingertips traced her jaw, then his palm cradled her cheek. His thumb pressed slowly along her jawline as his breath lingered before her lips.
“What do you think, Celia? My desire is far more base and ugly than you imagine. I can’t promise I won’t make you cry.”
At his whispered words, Celia pushed against his chest. Heat exploded through her head, disrupting any rational thought.
‘Insane…!’
But his solid chest didn’t budge an inch. Instead, her hands became trapped between them. The rawness of his heartbeat transferred through her palms.
“Ah. Celia.”
Celia clenched her teeth.
Whether she slapped his face, insulted him crudely, mocked him and brought him to his knees—at least she wouldn’t crumble helplessly beneath his touch like she had before.
But as his hand slid along her spine, her resolve scattered into fragments.
“Nngh!”
As a ticklish sensation rippled down her vertebrae, her feet—unsteady on their toes—wobbled uncertainly, and her head tilted to the side. With the pale curve of her neck exposed, Lucius’s gaze became shamelessly direct, tracing the slender line intently.
He lifted Celia in his arms and placed a kiss just beneath her chin.
“Whatever kind of man I was before, this desire was certainly hidden within me.”
“That’s n-not—”
“If that weren’t true, you wouldn’t find it so hard to accept me like this.”
His gaze felt like it might suffocate her. As if she were sinking deep underwater, the air grew heavy and still.
Celia’s eyes trembled faintly.
Even the slightest movement to escape was held firm in his grasp, and she couldn’t catch a breath.
“Celia. Does it still feel strange to you—me?”
Her eyelids quivered. She raised her lashes and met his gaze directly in the blue of her eyes, seeing Lucius studying her.
“Do I not feel like ‘your’ Lucius?”
Did he know how deceptive these hands were—how they coddled her like fragile glass while holding back their true strength?
He probably didn’t realize how absurd it was, burying his face in her exposed neck and writing on her skin with those soft lips.
‘Whatever happens, I won’t run from him. Not this time.’
What was broken, where it all went wrong, what truly mattered—perhaps neither of them knew.
A misaligned gear cannot turn properly.
“Am I not feeling like ‘my’ Lucius to you?”
As she heard the whisper from a man who had never, not once, truly belonged to her, Celia grew cold and still.
She grasped the contour of his warmth, seizing his wrist painfully. She applied force in stark contrast to the delicate touch of his hand.
“I have no reason to see you differently now, so if you’re going to ask such pointless questions, let me go!”
At Celia’s angry outburst, Lucius’s hand stiffened visibly enough for her to notice. His expression didn’t so much fade as simply stop.
His breathing hitched once before settling. His breath escaped slowly between his lips. He lowered his eyes, then looked at her again.
‘What is this? Why is he looking at me like that—’
“Haha.”
Laughter escaped from between his teeth like a breath, then bloomed into sound.
“I’ll let you go.”
His laughter drifted slowly, so very slowly, across her neck like a swimmer’s glide. As his gaze followed her shoulders, he lifted his face gently.
“I only want to treat you kindly for now.”
His eyes gleamed like glass wet with sunlight. Seeing that, Celia curled her fingers. Her nails, sharp with tension, scratched her own palm.
‘Why does he keep laughing like that?’
The version of him she knew wasn’t like this.
The version more familiar to her was…cold eyes, lips tinged with contempt, an uncouth touch far from tenderness.
So if she regained her Memory, this meaningless smile would be nothing but a grotesque farce. She gnawed on that truth as she pushed away his lightened arms.
“I’m leaving. Let go.”
The soft slippers dragged across the Marble Floor with an oddly loud scrape. Her nightgown swayed through the air as though cutting through it, and her disheveled hair bounced against her shoulders.
Following the scatter of her hair, Lucius caught up and seized her hand urgently.
“Wait, Celia.”
“You just said you’d let me go!”
She tried to wrench her hand free, but he wouldn’t budge.
Her frustration mounted in layers. Just looking at that face brought her immense stress, and now the situation wasn’t going as she’d planned at all. Her face grew heavy with discontent.
When she returned, she resolved to make every effort not to run into him, even by accident.
“Well, it’s just…”
He drew out his words awkwardly.
“Since we’ve met, there’s something I need to tell you.”
One of his knees barely brushed the hem of her skirt. His elbow came close to hers as he positioned himself.
And then he spoke.
“Your Majesty has invited us to a dinner.”
Warm breath approached her ear, and a dark shadow fell across her crown like water, rippling widely.
“I think you should prepare to attend.”
In that moment, the fact that she didn’t grab the Teacup sitting nearby and crack it over his head was the result of every ounce of patience Celia could muster.
Damn Lucius Windmere!!

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