My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 51

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Episode 51
Chapter 5. Secrets (8)
Celia stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling as if denying the reality before her.
When her eyes opened, the first thing to enter her vision was a pale plaster ceiling with molding arranged in a grid pattern. It was her first time lying in his bed, looking up at his ceiling—obvious perhaps, but still a first.
“You’re awake?”
The sudden sound of Lucius’s voice cleared her muddled mind in an instant.
When she turned her head, her cheek pressed against the pillow. The moment she saw him approaching the bed, her mind went white as if drenched in cold water. Celia tried to sit up quickly but bit down on her lip instead. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest.
“Celia.”
He sat at the foot of the bed, his voice tinged with concern.
Leaning slightly forward, he gently examined her neck and shoulders—marked entirely by him.
“Rest a little longer. Why are you awake already?”
His voice carried worry, but beneath it ran the unmistakable satisfaction of a sated beast—a nuance Celia could hardly fail to notice.
“Why am I awake?”
“That’s right. For someone who sleeps so much.”
The corners of her eyes sharpened.
Last night had been her own choice, willingly accepted—but the Lucius of last night would have had no excuse even if she’d slapped him three times over.
He hadn’t let her go from his embrace until she begged for mercy. Even when her voice had grown hoarse from desperately calling his name, even when she’d clawed at his skin with her nails, he’d been too consumed with drinking her in, parching his own dry throat on her.
And now he dared show concern!
“Is there anywhere that hurts?”
Watching that detestable mouth move, Celia reached for a small cushion nearby.
The cushion that had supported her lower back last night, surrendering its original purpose, now received an entirely new application.
She grasped it firmly and swung it with all her might.
“I did examine you carefully, and fortunately there are no wounds—ugh.”
Thump! A dull impact landed against his shoulder and chest in quick succession.
Forgetting her own pain, Celia raised herself on her knees and poured all her resentment into the swings of her wrist.
“Lucius Windmere!”
Thump!
“Are you some kind of beast?!”
Thump!
“That mouth of yours isn’t just for decoration, is it? Go ahead and try to explain yourself!”
Wham!!
Lucius made no attempt to dodge, accepting her crude assault entirely. He even lowered his arms as if inviting her to strike freely.
Celia’s striking hand came to a stop only when her knees, planted on the bed, suddenly began to slip.
As her center of balance tilted, Lucius—who had been passively receiving her blows—swiftly extended his arms. The cushion tumbled uselessly from her grip, and Celia was pulled into his embrace in an instant.
“…….”
“…….”
“See, you can’t even properly support your own body yet. Why do you insist on straining yourself?”
His forehead brushed against her temple.
His breath grazed the edge of her ear as he exhaled.
When Celia tried to twist away, he deepened his hold on her waist. Each time his firmly braced arms and chest drew her closer, her body found no gap to escape—only the perfect seal of contact.
“Did you dislike it?”
“I dis—”
The question had no subject, yet Celia understood it instantly, and her mouth snapped shut.
If he was asking whether she disliked it, then yes or no—only one answer existed. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. The shameful truth she’d have to confess was far too predictable.
“Don’t ask me things like that!”
Despite her sharp tone, Celia’s ears flushed red first.
Lucius didn’t miss the opening. His mouth curved into a loose smile as he briefly pressed his lips to her cheek.
“I enjoyed it.”
The arm circling her waist naturally changed direction. Celia found herself shifted onto the bed without resistance. The blanket rumpled softly, and Lucius settled his weight over her without difficulty.
“It was all firsts for me, so I enjoyed it.”
“…….”
“And because it was you, I felt like I was dreaming a dream I didn’t want to wake from.”
Celia clutched at his clothing.
He had a talent for saying shameless things. Of course, she’d experienced that talent thoroughly enough last night.
Remembering how Lucius had spoken crude words in that voice that seemed to belong to poetry recitations, Celia crumpled the edge of the blanket between her fingers. Her gaze drifted to the hollow of his collarbone.
“You must have eaten something foul.”
“I did eat quite a lot of something.”
“……!”
As Celia’s words caught, her nails dug into his skin.
Lucius pressed against the bed and rose slightly. As his body heat withdrew, the air suddenly felt loose between them.
“If you’re unsure whether you enjoyed it, should we find out more?”
What kind of nonsense was this now?
Celia stared up at the man as he pushed his knee between her legs.
Whatever pleased him so much was written plainly across his face—his eyes gleamed with undisguised satisfaction.
Before she could catch her breath, his warm hands slipped beneath her clothing.
“I’ll be gentle. I won’t strain you.”
That incorrigible Lucius Windmere!
Celia started to cry out, then quickly swallowed her voice beneath the rising tide of pleasure.
***
Chloe regarded the man before her in silence—his face etched with frustration and anxiety.
In a room so quiet it seemed to have been bitten by silence, a man and woman sat facing each other across a small table.
While the situation invited imagination, there was no ambiguity about the pair: the man with ashen-pale anger drumming one leg, and the woman across from him sitting straight-backed with a knowing smile.
Chloe Larrendel pushed forward the teacup that had long since gone cold.
“Lord Farenheit.”
She spoke softly.
“Have you reached a decision in your heart?”
His eyelids lifted briefly, then, unable to sustain the effort, settled back down heavily.
As his fingers clenched and unclenched against his knees, Chloe discarded her weary sentiments and whispered instead.
“You were the one who called me, saying you wanted to be near Celia.”
“I—”
He paused, swallowing carefully as if choosing his words.
“Rather than wanting to see her, I needed to confirm something.”
His hands trembled as he drew them across his face.
“Celia was never that sort of person. She never allowed just anyone close to her. Even when circumstances forced her to push me away, at least—at the very least, she wouldn’t fall into the hands of a hypocrite like Lucius Windmere!”
Chloe tilted her head. Laughter flickered at the corners of her eyes, yet her unmoving pupils held something cold.
“She should have been mine.”
Unaware of this fact, Farenheit buried his face in his hands, his confession tumbling out in murky tones.
“But I lost that place in a single night. All because of this impossible reconciliation between House of Brickwell and House of Windmere.”
It was nearly unbearable to contain his hostility toward Lucius. Yet Chloe, understanding his pain as keenly as he felt it, suddenly let her eye corners droop with sympathy.
“It’s all right. It isn’t too late yet.”
Chloe genuinely empathized with his sorrow—it was precisely this shared anguish that had drawn him to this moment.
“Too late? That’s just an illusion. A pipe dream. Damn it all!”
“Are you truly certain of that?”
“I took both of them to Euros Hall, and I could have made Celia mine right then—I failed because of that cursed Lucius Windmere……!”
At his words, Chloe’s eyes suddenly sparkled.
Lucius had voluntarily gone to Euros Hall, a place that held very deep memories for him. With this, Chloe could be certain.
“No, the future we hope for is far from a pipe dream.”
Chloe clasped her hands together without hesitation and smiled brightly.
“It seems Lord Lucius has lost his memory!”
“……What?”
His movements came to an abrupt halt.
Just then, a single raindrop began to fall, tapping against the windowpane.
“This is an excellent opportunity for us.”
The position of Minor Duke of House of Windmere was not maintained by bloodline alone.
The people who followed him, the funds and capital flowing through him, the networks spreading across the empire—when one of the five greatest streams of influence wavers, it becomes a weakness.
Chloe was a woman who knew how to exploit the weakness that had fallen into her grasp, so she had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.
“Lord Farenheit, I assure you our alliance will reach a very happy ending.”
Farenheit’s pupils trembled.
The more he wavered, the more Chloe smiled like a porcelain doll.
Watching Farenheit regard her proposal, he appeared like a child enchanted by something—one aware he was walking into darkness, yet unable to stop his feet.
In the end, he took her hand.
“We will each obtain what we desire.”
Rain marking the end of summer fell and drenched the earth.

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