CHAPTER 40: UNCLE STOLE HER FIRST KISS

Beauty stood up cautiously, a being she had never before seen was standing in front of her--Lucas, his eyes were glazed, a touch of flush on his face, and his speech was slurred.

A pair of broad hands held her shoulders, the strength of which made her bones hurt.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Beauty like a burning infrared line.

"Emma, huh?

I must be dreaming.

How have you become so small?

Are you okay there?"

Beauty was taken aback.

She knew that the drunk man in front of her must have mistaken her for his deceased wife.

In a hurry, she stepped on his shoes.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, Lucas’s gaze lingered on her face.

Before she could react, a pair of cool lips covered her lips, which were trembling violently from fear.

This kiss left Beauty standing helplessly on the spot, it took her a while to come back to her senses.

She wanted to slap him, but her hands were clamped by him at her waist and she couldn’t move them.

Her small face was as red as a tomato.

For the first time in eighteen years, a man touched her body and her first kiss was gone just like that!

Every girl fantasized about what kind of person she would share her first kiss with, but she never imagined that it would be an uncle who is much older than her!

What’s more, this person is her guardian at present.

The thought of that made her shudder all over.

She bit his lips hard, not letting go until the taste of blood seeped into her mouth from his cold thin lips.

A face coated in frost looked at her in disbelief, eyes filled with doubt and possessiveness, a roaring fire of fury within them.

"Are you not Amelia?" "Of course I’m not Amelia, you pervert!

You’ve even stolen my first kiss!

Do you think because you can support me financially you can do whatever you please?

Although I, Beauty, am not some prestigious lady, I am still a pure girl.

Sob... you damned fool!

I hate you!" She said, tears flowing and streaming down her face.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a pair of large hands gripped her arm tightly and forcefully pulled her back into his embrace.

His tiger-like eyes seething in anger.

Looking at her tear-stricken eyes, "I’m sorry, I mistook you for my late wife just now.

It’s pitch dark outside now, and it would be dangerous for you to run off alone."

"Stay out of it!

I don’t need you to treat me as anyone!

Don’t think because you’ve adopted me, you have the right to possess my body.

I won’t ever let you have your way!

You infuriating fool! Pervert!"

After scolding him, she struggled a bit in his arms, her eyes became red with anger, bravely holding back her tears.

This was the first time someone had ever reprimanded him straight to his face.

Lucas remained silent for a few seconds, gazing at her as if he was examining a freak.

"You’re the first person to call me a pervert.

Do you know how many women in this city wish to share my bed?

Being kissed by me is your good fortune."

As soon as he finished speaking, Beauty punched him in the chest, only to find it rebound off his solid chest.

She only knew that the man in front of her, who was nearly perfect in appearance, seemed fit.

But she didn’t expect his chest muscles to be this well-developed, causing her small hand to sting and ache at this moment.

"I don’t need your damned good fortune!

I’m not only going to bad-mouth you as a pervert, but I’m also going to hit you!"

She clenched her tiny fists tightly as she said this, her bright almond-shaped eyes glaring roundly.

"Uh huh...You’ve gone mad." Lucas already overstepped boundaries by kissing her lips in the middle of their conversation.

Her lips trembled slightly at the kiss, and a small deer seemed to thump wildly in her chest, jumping non-stop.

Yet astonishingly, her lips unwittingly slightly opened, entangling with his in a moment void of thought.

Their fingers intertwined, and her cheeks turned as red as blood.

Lying on the soft king-sized bed, Beauty was nearly tossing and turning restlessly.

Each time she thought about the night when the power was out and the extraordinary kiss with that perverted uncle, it made her heart flutter in terror yet filled with lingering aftertaste.

She originally thought the days that followed would be filled with a sense of embarrassment.

After all, she was now living under the same roof with that man who was also the owner of the villa.

Avoiding each other was inevitable.

She was mentally prepared to act as if nothing happened, pretending it was just a spring dream.

Unexpectedly, that man vanished suddenly.

The lunar night was as cold as water.

A glance and she had been here for more than three months.

Since that day, she had never seen the man who always wore a white shirt and had a sliver of coldness within his gaze.

To her, she felt a sense of elation because she no longer needed to face him awkwardly.

However, there was a tiny bit of disappointment in her heart.

This indescribable sense of loss circulated in her mind every night.

She was having difficulty sleeping alone.

Laura’s chestnut curly hair fell smoothly.

She was having breakfast at the dining table.

Seeing Beauty dressed in an extremely childish home outfit, she hastily covered the corner of her mouth and gave her a disdainful glance.

Ever since her arrival, everything around has been changing.

Her life, school, and the people around her were all striving towards better development.

The only exception was the proud and overbearing young lady right in front of her, who still treated her as arrogantly as the first time they met.

"You’ve been in our Marson family for so long, but you are just like a wild chicken.

Even if you live in a gilded cage, your inherent servility cannot be hidden," said Laura, naughtily looking at her while half-closing her charming eyes, setting down her cup of milk.

Beauty has long gotten used to her behavior, especially today, she did not have the slightest patience to squabble with the haughty lady.

"What’s wrong with you today?

Why don’t you quarrel with me?

Do you feel that I hit where it hurts?"

Laura continued relentlessly, her slender hand bedecked with rhinestones gripping Beauty’s arm.

"I don’t want to quarrel with you today, nor do I want to get physical with you.

It’s best if you didn’t provoke me," Beauty replied, picked up a slice of bread from the table, and was ready to go upstairs.

Laura tightened her grip on her arm, her slender nails digging into her skin, causing Beauty to slightly furrow her eyebrows in pain.

The servants in the house immediately recognized the situation.

It was inevitable that these ladies were about to have a spat, for them, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

If they didn’t end up in a fight one day, the servants would find it strange instead.

"Even though my brother hired the best etiquette and postural teachers to tutor you, they can’t hide your inherent servility.

Do you think you’re a princess just because you’re wearing a crown?

In my eyes, you’re no different from these servants, just a pathetic, undignified mutt," jeered Laura.

"Who are you calling a mutt!

I don’t need any crown, and I don’t want to be a princess!

You are just an ill-mannered lady, what gives you the right to insult me?"

Beauty shoved Laura to the ground, snatching the princess clip from her hair, making her cry out in pain.

They ended up wrestling with each other again, Beauty on top of Laura, pulling her hair into a mess.

Her pajamas were also ripped by Laura, leaving a vibrant nail mark on her neck.