My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23
Chapter 3. Upheaval (3)
Celia’s gaze drifted into empty space.
Her unfocused eyes slipped through the air, brushed against the wall, circled the floor, then scattered back into the void.
Damn it, this can’t possibly be a dream!!
“Not at all! I’m not curious in the slightest!”
She tensed her arms with all her strength.
Her trembling hands straining to push him away looked so pitiable that Lucius seemed to give way deliberately.
“This isn’t like you, so back off!”
It was a calculated statement—she’d spoken it knowing he would retreat.
He had no intention of breaking the frame that the “original him” had constructed. He moved only within the boundaries the pre-memory-loss version of himself had set.
Lucius’s eyes, which had been darkly subdued, opened suddenly, like a scab being torn raw.
“Is that so……?”
She realized her mistake the moment he, whom she’d expected to obey without question, pressed his body even closer instead.
“Then let’s forget the old me now.”
Forget? Forget what? And yet he was the one who had constantly been comparing his past self with his present self.
“Look at me as I am right now, Celia.”
Celia’s lower lip curled inward.
As her breath wavered briefly, pressing against her red lips and leaving a faint mark, Lucius’s gaze traced over it.
He smiled as if deliberately showing her, then whispered.
“Stop.”
A brief command that contradicted his gentle tone.
His fingers pressed firmly against her lips.
“If you’re going to bite, bite mine.”
His thumb pressed hard, parting her lips. Between her even teeth, her red tongue flinched and retreated inward. Long fingers suddenly thrust into her open mouth.
“Mmph!”
“Don’t put marks on these pretty lips.”
Words and breath were stolen away. His relentless fingers captured her moving tongue.
The hand that had been wandering near her calves moved deeper, pressing the inside of her thighs and spreading her legs wide. It didn’t take long before Lucius’s lower body was flush against hers.
The moment their lower bodies met, Celia’s insteps tensed.
“Ngh!”
Her sharply raised teeth sank into his finger.
Lucius showed no sign of pain, his eyes fixed only on her. Seeing her flushed face, he laughed even deeper.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Tender words masking merciless hands that teased the root of her tongue and gently scraped the roof of her mouth.
Her breath growing shallow and pale, she nodded urgently.
“Unfortunately, I don’t feel like listening to you today.”
Like red wine slowly spreading through a clear crystal glass, Lucius’s eyes reddened at the corners.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you cry today.”
What did that mean?
The next instant, as she was turning his words over in her mind—
His lips, which had been wiping away saliva that hadn’t been swallowed and was dripping down her chin, settled directly onto hers.
“……!”
The moment their lips touched, Celia’s eyes went wide.
Her heart responded a beat late, and tremors spread through her entire body.
Her fingers gripping his shoulders turned white with tension. Her breath tangled in short gasps, and her reason was instantly consumed by sensation.
Lucius drove into the space between her parted lips. Soft hands caressed her rigid back as if soothing it. As she expelled the breath she’d been holding, he invaded deeper still.
“Ngh, mmm……”
An overwhelming sensation swept through her body.
All thought froze, her mind drowning in the heated, mingling feeling.
Lucius wrapped himself around her as she squirmed, trying desperately to push him away.
He gripped the nape of her neck where she twisted and writhed, forcing her to accept him completely. Her breath and saliva all went to him.
His arms locked around her body, his intense gaze making her vision flicker.
“Ah, ngh……!”
A kiss.
An actual kiss.
How could she and Lucius be engaged in such a depraved, revolting act?
Celia’s hands slipped from his shoulders more than once. He caught her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
“Breathe.”
Supporting her firmly, he pulled his lips away for a moment, granting her a brief mercy. Though it lasted only an instant.
“Ah!”
His lips, separated only briefly, now teased her with even greater intensity.
As he bit her lip and slid deeper, her insides clenched. As if teaching her the way of it, he coaxed her to follow his lead while driving deeper still. The wet, obscene sound soon filled the space between them.
What was happening?
Her thoughts scattered. She struggled to comprehend the present moment with fragmented reasoning.
She had to refuse…… She had to push him away……
“Mmm……!”
The onslaught of sweet pleasure sealed her lips, and her futile resistance was captured by his hands.
A tingling sensation crawled up her spine. The cold, cutting feeling seeped into the depths of her bones.
The fact that an act she should have found revolting was bringing her sweetness only drove her further into madness.
Even though she knew exactly who she was kissing, even though she hadn’t confused him in some drunken haze, her body was responding.
“Hah……,”
As her rigid body began to soften, Lucius’s eyes widened. He slid his hand between her hovering waist and pressed his body against hers. Her body was crushed against his firm chest.
The inevitable friction set her mind spinning white. As if thought itself had never existed. Every thought dissolved like sugar melting in boiling water, losing all form.
Fragmented words that couldn’t form sentences collided chaotically, and the boundary between reason and sensation grew hazy.
“Ngh, mmm…….ah.”
Lucius’s movements, drinking in her breath as he penetrated deeper, bordered on violent.
“Open wider for me. Accept me.”
“Ngh……ugh!”
When the delicate fingertips that had been gently stroking the back of her head dug into her scalp, her entire body tingled. Her white hair caught in his large hands had something innocent and dignified about it.
Soon he pulled away. A thin, transparent thread stretched long between them.
“Beautiful.”
But at his next words, Celia felt her scattered reason returning.
“Wait?”
Lucius pulled himself up and wiped her lips, damp with saliva.
He straightened her disheveled hair on the bed, lifted her trembling body, and sat her upright. Her raised skirt fell back below her knees, and after arranging the wrinkled neckline of her dress, he pulled the blanket over her.
Having tidied her as though he’d simply finished a simple task, Lucius turned his head toward the door.
As if on cue, someone knocked.
Knock, knock, knock—
“Young Master.”
At the unfamiliar attendant’s voice, Celia’s neck shrank back.
Lucius stroked the nape of her neck once, then lowered his feet from the bed.
He walked to the door and opened it.
Lucius’s body blocked the view of whoever stood beyond, but his voice could be heard.
“The carriage is ready. Will you depart immediately?”
“Hmm…….”
He leaned diagonally against the door frame, arms folded.
Unsure what he was deliberating, a panic-stricken Celia shouted from behind him.
“We’re going right now!”
He’s not in his right mind.
And neither am I.
How could this be happening?
How could I have let this happen?
The pride she’d layered upon herself came crashing down like a mountain. Her carefully constructed dignity and all the propriety built upon it shattered in an instant, scattering like dust.
Regardless of his lost memory, he was Lucius Windmere.
He glanced at her over his shoulder, her head pulled up to her neck under the blanket. Then, gently pushing the door as it tried to open wider, he nodded.
“Let’s depart at once.”
Celia trembled like paper on the verge of catching fire, her grip on the blanket unyielding.
An incredible succession of impossible situations.
***
Beyond the window, the sunlight was warm.
The rays of sun pierced through the thin lace curtain and scattered on the floor like glass shards, fragments of light drifting lazily through the air, trembling alongside shadows in a subtle, breathing rhythm.
“Ma’am, shall I bring more dessert?”
“……No, that’s enough.”
Celia reclined against the chaise longue, her eyes half-closed. When she turned her head toward the window, the sunlight caught on her eyelashes.
As light streaked across her eyes, she frowned sharply and sprang from her seat.
“Damn it.”
At the bitter curse that escaped her lips, Anne, who had approached to comb her hair, quietly withdrew.
As the perceptive Anne retreated like a decoration on the wall, Celia took a deep breath.
But soon enough, she gripped her head and shook it with frustration.
‘What was I even thinking?’
The moment Celia arrived home, she’d abandoned Lucius and retreated to her room. Her mind was churning with countless thoughts, and she could do nothing but hurl curses at Lucius.
It was all his fault.
“Ma’am, if I may……”
“What?”
Had a maid not approached at that moment, Celia would likely have been reciting three books’ worth of curses bearing his name.
“This is……”
Lily, who had come seeking Celia while avoiding the eyes of Windmere House staff, handed her something.
Celia, who had been sitting in a daze, opened her eyes wide upon seeing what was offered.

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