My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 28

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28화
Chapter 3. Turbulent Times (8)
Her assessment of him had always been consistent.
Caustic, merciless, and relentlessly cruel.
At least, that was what he had always been when standing before Celia.
She could still remember it as vividly as if it were yesterday—the moment when that man, compared to others from the moment of conception itself, had turned the hand that insulted her father and pressed it against her without hesitation.
Regardless of what others said about his character, regardless of how society judged him, Celia had never placed value in such things. Just as no one, however virtuous, could be gentle to all mankind, Lucius had never extended that tenderness toward her either.
And so, because he did not show her consideration, she had always repaid him in kind.
A soft whimper escaped her.
Lucius claimed her lips in one swift motion.
It took little time for her sealed lips to part and a vulgar moan to spill free.
As if once tasted, a kiss held no difficulty, he licked at her lips like a cat before finally pushing between the reluctantly parted seam, his keen eyes studying her reaction with meticulous attention.
Her breath caught against the rough movement that contradicted the gentle sweep of his hands down her arms and waist. With each gasping breath, he delved deeper still.
A trembling cry escaped her.
His palm brushed across her flat belly.
Her lips parted the smallest fraction, as if a leaf at a cliff’s edge had been turned by a single gust of wind.
As her body shrank back and heat flooded her cheeks, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, his breath grew short and ragged through gritted teeth.
The façade of the gentleman everyone knew crumbled away.
His throat worked deeply, a thin vein rising to the surface. The sound of his breathing, bestial in its rawness, echoed hot against the nape of her neck, leaving her mind in a daze.
He breathed her name.
It was only then that his hands, which had lingered obsessively over her belly and hips, began to move elsewhere. She instinctively grasped his wrist to pull it back, but his hand found its way beneath her garments faster than her weak resistance could stop him.
Pinned beneath his weight, she could barely manage to keep pace with him.
Whenever she tried to find reason amid this shameful act, he silenced her with his mouth and emptied her mind entirely.
His name tumbled from her lips in fragments.
He pressed his teeth into her bare shoulder.
One hand gripped her waist firmly while the other, which had been caressing her exposed skin, now sought elsewhere.
His hand slid down from her back, following the curve of her narrow waist until it reached the undergarments draped across her hips.
He paused for a moment, as if surprised by the unfamiliar design Anne had selected, before easily untying the knotted strings. As the ties loosened, his hand ventured to the newly exposed skin beneath.
A strangled sound caught in her throat.
Celia squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the pain she knew would follow.
She understood well enough that such pleasure was fleeting.
She knew exactly how merciless the pain of unfamiliar intrusion could be, how brutal the repetitive friction as his hips drove forward without restraint.
Her melting body went rigid, began to fracture, and the hands clinging to him tensed with strain. It was precisely then that Lucius, his touch still moving across her body with unseemly hunger, came to a halt.
“It seems sufficient, though.”
He withdrew slightly from where their bodies had been pressed flush together and, tilting his gaze downward, made a sound she couldn’t quite decipher.
Celia’s eyes, which had turned her head and buried her face into the pillow, followed his movement.
The hand that had ventured deep between her legs withdrew, only to disappear into his own mouth—a sight that sent a shock through her system.
Eyes widening, Celia could only stare numbly as Lucius drew away from her.
His hand cradled her wrist with care while his other slipped beneath her hips, supporting her gently. Drawing her limp form close, he lifted her onto his lap.
As her weight settled lightly across his broad thighs, he drew a long, deep breath.
For a time, Lucius smoothed his palm repeatedly over the upper curve of her shoulders, as if arranging something delicate.
He moved again only when Celia began to shift uncomfortably in his hold.
“Would you like something warm to drink?”
He straightened his disheveled robe, then lifted the teapot himself and poured, offering her the cup.
Through the steam that gathered at the cup’s rim, the faint scent of dried flowers drifted upward—a gentle, herbaceous fragrance.
“Why didn’t you?”
Celia gripped the cup tightly, her head bowed as she asked.
Her mind had become hopelessly tangled by the unexpected turn of events.
“Next time. When the moment is more perfect, a better opportunity will present itself.”
As his hand swept away the disheveled strands of her hair, one of her eyes twitched. Lucius smiled without concealing his warm gaze and knelt gracefully on one knee before the bed.
Her fingers loosened their grip on the cup at last, her lips finally freed from their tension.
“You’re…….”
“Yes? What about me?”
“Strange.”
His hand followed hers, coming to rest near the back of her hand to keep the cup steady and unspilled.
“There hasn’t been a single day you weren’t strange. But today especially so.”
Lucius let his hand fall across her knees and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“Celia, I don’t truly know who I was before. What kind of person I was.”
“How could you not know? Everyone’s telling you.”
“That tells me how people saw me, not who I actually was. Those are two different things entirely.”
With each shift of his body, his robe parted slightly, revealing the elegant musculature beneath.
Celia turned her gaze away, half-closing her eyes.
“So I’ve decided to forget who I was before.”
Her eyes, which had been half-shut, snapped open and fixed upon him once more.
“How does that even make sense?”
As if he’d anticipated her reaction, Lucius caught her restless hand and held it steady. The Chamomile Tea, with its calming properties, served only to warm her cooling fingers.
“I’ve been saying reassuring things to people, but after speaking with the physicians, they tell me there’s little likelihood my memory will return.”
He let the lie slip from his lips.
As if this were the truth, and she need only accept it as such.
“So you forget me too—the old me.”
If the past version of himself was what would turn her eyes away from him as he was now, Lucius would discard that past self without hesitation.
“Look only at me as I am, yes?”
An abnormal hunger rose within him.
“I no longer wonder what kind of person I was, what kind of human I became. I only wonder what kind of person you wish me to be.”
“How could you……”
“Because I—”
Because I desire to hold you so badly that even your tears do nothing to stop me.
Lucius swallowed the rest of his words.
It was difficult to contain the filthy, damp desire that collided with the urge to treasure her carefully.
He knew himself well enough to recognize what he truly was—and at the sight of her on the verge of tears, he felt the stirrings of a beast’s lust. Like something foul and base, he wanted only to pull her beautiful body close, without concern for her wellbeing.
He wanted to make her cry, wanted to bite her lips until they bled, wanted to hear her voice accusations and resentment.
Was this too a memory etched into his body? Had he violated her like this countless times before?
Unable to dare ask, Lucius simply lowered his face to her knees and rubbed his cheek against her skin in submissive gentleness.
“Because I must live alongside you.”
For just a moment, something dark and sinful flickered across her distorted eyes. Unaware of her, Lucius whispered sweetly, hoping for her touch.
“I am the one who will remember all the moments we share going forward, Celia.”
Though considerable time had passed since he awoke, he still could not recall even the smallest detail.
That void resembled the shape of an emptiness that echoed hollow from within.
Even when his mother wept before him, even when those called his friends spoke to him with warmth, his inner self remained unmoved.
“So look at only me, Celia.”
As if all his emotions had been transferred to one person alone.
The kindled flame sought to grow larger even without fresh fuel.
“I wish to be the sole person reflected in both your eyes.”
He had come to regard his lost memory as a blessing.
A blessing that allowed him to behold only one being completely in this flawed world.
Lucius’s whisper seeped into her like a single candle burning in a darkened room.
…….
Celia found herself suddenly recalling the old Lucius.
He had always looked at his people this way—eyes brimming with warmth like spring sunlight, long lashes fluttering as he lowered himself to meet their height, waiting quietly for their response.
Yet she had never once believed those eyes would ever turn toward her.
Tomorrow…… I’ll ask the doctor separately. I need to hear with my own ears whether there’s truly no possibility your memory could return.
Celia’s gaze fled to the side as if trying to escape.
The faintest color rose to her cheeks, and her insides began to tremble violently.
Without question, this was an emotion she had never felt before in her entire life.

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