CHAPTER 341: DAUGHTER?

"...Mother?"

Hearing Kiera’s voice, Florence quickly pulled back the kiss and turned to glance at Kiera, who was looking at them through the half-opened door.

Kiera never expected that she would walk in on her mom making out with someone.

Meanwhile, Brandon just leaned in again, brushing his lips against her lips as his hands squeezed her ass firmly, pulling her tighter against him.

Florence’s gaze flickered to Kiera as she tried to regain her composure. "W-What is it, Kiera?"

Brandon’s lips trailed from her mouth to her chin, then down to the sensitive curve of her neck, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

Florence leaned closer to his ear, "Kael, Kiera is here... stop it." she murmured in a pleading tone as her eyes flickered toward her daughter.

The weight of Kiera’s gaze and the unspoken questions in her eyes made Florence’s flush deepen.

Brandon just smiled, nuzzling in her neck, "Not my problem."

Kiera lowered her head, her hands fidgeting at her sides. "I just... uhm, Grandmother’s corpse is in the basement now."

"I just wanted to say that. I’m leaving now." Her gaze flickered briefly to Brandon, then back to Florence before she turned to go.

As she left, Florence hurriedly grabbed his cheek and pulled it gently "You... naughty boy."

He just chuckled and tilted her neck to kiss her lips "She already saw us kissing anyway, so even if I have stopped it... it’s no use."

He murmured against her mouth as his lips brushed her lips with a tender insistence.

"So why should I stop kissing?"

She pulled back slightly with a faint flush still coloring her cheeks. "Kael, you’re incorrigible." she whispered in a mix of exasperation and affection, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Brandon’s smile softened, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek and his thumb gently brushed against her skin, still damp from her shower "Is that so..."

He stepped back slightly and his gaze softened as he reached for a folded tank top on the nearby dresser, "Come on, let’s get you dressed."

Florence smiled as she let him guide her arms through the sleeves.

As he pulled the tank top over her head, his hands slid down her sides to rest on her hips, his fingers teasing the edge of her dark red panties.

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her collarbone, drawing a quiet gasp from her.

His hands roamed upward, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, giving them a gentle squeeze and her breath hitched at the unexpected touch.

"Kael..." The flush on her cheeks deepened, but the warmth in his gaze melted her resistance.

He chuckled softly, his lips finding hers again in a tender kiss that deepened as he pressed himself closer, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass firmly, pulling her flush against him.

"You’re making this difficult," she whispered against his lips as she tried to maintain some semblance of control.

But her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch as her hands slid up to his shoulders and her fingers tangled in his damp hair.

Brandon chuckled softly as he reached for a pair of soft cotton shorts on the dresser.

Florence stepped into the shorts, letting him guide them up her legs.

His fingers brushed against her thighs as he pulled the fabric over her hips, the panties peeking out briefly before being covered.

As he adjusted the waistband, his hands slid down to rest on her hips, his fingers teasing the curve of her ass through the thin fabric.

Florence leaned forward, resting her head gently on Brandon’s shoulder.

The faint sound of wind carried through the open window, brushing the curtains aside and letting in the cold rain breeze "We need to check on Kiera."

Brandon nodded, his hand still tracing slow circles across her waist. "Mhm. We need to have a proper talk. She is now my daughter after all."

"D-Daughter?" Florence’s eyes widened slightly, and before she could stop herself, her hand shot up to playfully smack his shoulder.

"It’s embarrassing when you put it like that..."

Brandon chuckled, rubbing the spot she hit "Am I wrong?"

She hesitated, biting her lip before hiding her face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment.

Her voice came out muffled, tinged with shy laughter "No... you technically will be her stepfather."

Brandon chuckled under his breath, still enjoying the warmth of her pressed against him.

He patted her back lightly with an affectionate grin "Also, that reminds me... What happened to the maids working in the house? I didn’t see any of them when I came in."

Florence’s expression softened and she lifted her head slowly from his shoulder, her damp hair sliding across his skin.

"Don’t worry," she murmured, brushing a stray strand behind her ear. "They were already instructed what to do during dangerous times."

Brandon tilted his head, listening as she turned toward the mirror.

"If a fight ever broke out near the mansion," she continued, "they were ordered to leave immediately. There are tunnels beneath the south wing leading out into the forest. They should have escaped through those when the fighting started."

Brandon was amazed to hear this "I see... you can call them later, but for morning breakfast, I can make it for you."

Florence’s lips curved into a teasing smile, "You? Cooking?" a soft laugh escaped her as she poked his chest.

"This I have to see, Kael." She slipped out of his grasp and moved toward the door, beckoning him to follow with a glance over her shoulder.

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Florence leaned against the counter, watching him with an amused smile as he cracked eggs into a bowl "Didn’t know you were such a chef."

She reached over and playfully flicked a bit of flour at him.

Brandon grinned, wiping the flour from his cheek "Oh, you’re asking for it now."

He stepped closer, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against him.

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, his hands sliding down to give her ass a gentle squeeze, drawing a surprised giggle from her.

Florence laughed, swatting his hand away before giving his ass a playful slap in retaliation. "Focus, chef!"

Time passed and Brandon glanced at Florence, who was slicing fresh bread.

He reached over, stealing a piece of bread from her cutting board, popping it into his mouth with a grin. "Quality control."

Florence rolled her eyes as she leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Eyes on the breakfast, chef."