CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 181: LAST NIGHT WAS TRULY INTENSE

Flora locked the door and sat quietly at the edge of the bed, waiting.

Almost an hour passed when the door was knocked.

"Miss, it’s me."

Flora relaxed, quickly walked over to open the door.

Seeing Lewis, she lowered her voice and asked, "How did it go?"

"I’m not sure about the specifics with Mason Baker, but it’s obvious things went wrong. His Highness is extremely angry, and he might come soon."

"Stay and guard the door."

Flora shut the door again, hurried back to bed.

Just as she covered herself with the thin blanket, the door was forcefully pushed open, Arthur Bennett came in, holding a bottle of wine.

Yet there was no trace of anger on his face.

Flora knew he was disguising his true emotions, with a gentle smile on her face, "Honey, are you staying here tonight?"

"Yes, of course." He approached her, "Do you want some wine, dear?"

"I don’t want to drink."

"But I want you to drink." Arthur sat on the bed, yanked her forward, grabbed her chin, and forced the bottle into her mouth, pouring the wine down.

"Mm...mm..." Flora struggled, but his grip was firm, she couldn’t break free.

Seeing her like this, Arthur was quite pleased, "This is good wine, don’t waste it, drink it all up!"

Flora’s throat choked painfully, feeling like she was going to die, yet powerless to refuse.

Until she finished the bottle, he finally let go of her.

Flora lay limp on the bed, feeling as if her body was on fire.

"There’s something in the wine to make you extra excited, always laying there lifeless, tonight let me enjoy your passion." He said, picking up another glass from the bedside, sipping slowly, wanting to see her go wild first.

But he didn’t know, the bottle by the bed was specially prepared for him, with a drug that would keep him locked in a pillow fight.

Before she could go completely crazy, he lost his mind.

Flora got off the bed, fearing she would completely lose control and end up with him.

When they first got married, unaware of his true nature, she lived as a wife with him, but now she found him utterly repulsive, no longer willing to be with him once.

Even though he was still her legitimate husband, what did it matter?

Nothing but a title!

Flora sat on the sofa, feeling the fire within her grow stronger, gradually becoming unbearable.

She endured stubbornly for half an hour, seeing Arthur lying naked and asleep on the bed, she felt a sudden urge to go to him.

But when she stood up, Flora walked to the door instead, opened it.

Lewis saw her standing shakily at the door, eyes unfocused, sensed something was wrong, "Miss, what’s wrong?"

"Lewis...come in."

Lewis smelled the alcohol on her, saw her flushed face, assumed she was drunk, and went inside.

As soon as he closed the door, he saw Arthur lying stark naked, snoring on the bed. As he averted his eyes, Flora embraced him.

With the remaining sanity, she whispered, "That bastard...he drugged me, I feel terrible, Lewis, help me..."

Lewis understood what was going on but showed a troubled expression, "Miss, His Highness..."

"He won’t wake up, I drugged him too." Flora rubbed against him frantically, driven by discomfort.

Having seen the medicine Lucy gave Flora, but not knowing what it was for, hearing Flora’s words, he assumed it was a sedative.

Lewis locked the door, brought her into the bathroom, placed her in the bathtub, and doused her with cold water, hoping to cool her down.

But with it being summer, what effect could cold water have?

Flora still felt immensely hot, stripped her clothes off, Lewis couldn’t stop her.

"Miss..."

Flora sat up from the water and lunged at him, catching him unprepared, making him fall on the tiles. Not caring about the pain, his lips were sealed by her.

She seemed to have found a refreshing sweetness, Lewis lay on the floor, staring dazedly at her on top of him.

Until his clothes were being stripped did he regain his senses, holding onto his pants, "Miss..."

"Please, will you help me?" She pleaded, with a sobbing tone, "Lewis, I really feel terrible."

The hand holding the pants loosened, fulfilling Flora’s desire.

Initially, Flora was on top, the drunken feeling making him accommodate, then gradually switching from passive to active.

The two intertwined until past one in the morning.

Only then did Flora fully release the fire within her, fainting in his embrace.

Lewis watched her in his arms, feeling joy, pain, and something else that he couldn’t define.

...

When Flora awoke, it was already late morning, her body aching all over. The memories of the previous night vividly rushed back, she propped herself up, wearing a nightgown.

She lifted the neckline of her nightgown, covered with hickeys.

Last night was indeed...intense.

Flora let out a crooked smile, she had indulged in forbidden fruit.

She really didn’t know how to face Lewis anymore.

As she got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower, she glanced at the floor tiles, her face slightly red.

During her shower, she realized a certain area was already swollen.

No wonder walking was painfully chafing.

After washing up, she put on a pink dress, originally due to being confined she rarely put on makeup, but today she made an exception.

"Miss, awake yet?" Lewis’s voice came from outside.

She rose from the dressing table, "Awake."

"Alright, I’ll go get breakfast."

Flora sat at the edge of the sofa, feeling inexplicably nervous.

About ten minutes later, Lewis came in.

He was dressed in black, his handsome face looked taut, revealing none of his thoughts.

Flora glanced at him and then quickly looked away.

After placing breakfast down, he was about to leave when Flora called him, "Lewis."

He turned his head, "What are your orders, Miss?"

"Last night..."

"Does Miss have spare emergency pills?"

Flora was stunned, she knew all too well what he meant by emergency pills, "Yes, there are."

"That’s good, then I’ll leave now."

As the door closed, Flora gazed at the food on the table, losing her appetite.

She took out the hidden emergency contraceptive pills and dumped them all into the toilet.

If she were lucky enough to get pregnant, she could end the confinement sooner. As for the child’s biological father, aside from Lucy, she wouldn’t tell anyone.

Telling Lucy was because they were allies, she must be honest with Lucy, because if it were Arthur’s child, how could she make Lucy trust her?

If she were unlucky and didn’t conceive, then she would resign to fate. No matter how long Arthur keeps her locked up, she won’t bear his child.

At this moment, she hoped The Fertility Goddess would bless her.

Really hoped last night bore fruit.

Really hoped.

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"Honey, does this look good?" Lucy Eaton held up a saffron yellow dress.

"Yes, it makes your skin look fairer."

"Then this one it is." Lucy tossed aside her nightgown and put it on directly.