Spencer was smiling as he hugged Lucille, and he looked at her dotingly.Lucille was clearly on Spencer's side, and Marley was convinced she'd always take his side, no matter what."Do you want me to return the 100 million dollars? I can have someone transfer it to you immediately."Marley's calm gaze was unfathomable—it seemed to hide secrets that no one could uncover.He was good at hiding his cunning and dark side. Otherwise, he wouldn't have eliminated his rivals and taken over Sanrough at the age of 18. His methods were more ruthless than they appeared; he wasn't as gentle as he seemed on the outside.However, Spencer had also dominated the business world for years, and his tactics were ruthless as well. Both of them were equally matched when it came to their methods. "No. Just take it as a wedding gift."Spencer was in a great mood because Lucille had taken his side, so he didn't want to make a fuss about it. That amount of money meant nothing to him. He just didn't like
The atmosphere in the huge walk-in closet was charged with an overwhelming desire.It was so quiet that only the sound of Spencer and Lucille's excited breaths could be heard. Their breathing was in sync, and the connection between them created an atmosphere filled with intimacy.Spencer's kisses were so intense that they left Lucille begging for more as she clung onto his broad shoulders.Her mind went blank, as if all thoughts had been erased. The foreplay made her feel good. If she let her desire take over, she would fall into an abyss of pleasure. For some reason, she yearned for it.Although it was winter, she felt like she was burning with desire so hot that she turned to jelly. She needed something to cool her down. As she sank deeper into the throes of passion, she heard his hoarse voice. "How many men are involved in your life?"Spencer was quite frustrated. Although Marley was technically Lucille's brother on paper, they weren't blood-related. So, Spencer was still jea
Spencer could clearly sense the changes in Lucille's body. Lucille retorted playfully, "Everything about you is annoying now. You're bullying me." When she heard him laugh aloud, embarrassment flooded her, making her face burn with heat. "How have I bullied you?" he asked in a hoarse voice and cocked his eyebrow as he calmly looked at her.She fell silent and shot him a sultry look instead. He let out a wild, mischievous, and lustful laugh. Then, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. Suddenly, her face, which was already flushed, turned even more red. With his shameless words, he teased her to the point where she lost all restraint, leaving no room for her to retort.Sometimes showing restraint wasn't a good idea, especially in moments like this. She pursed her lips and decided to kiss him.Under his guidance, she became a good kisser. At this moment, she was driven by the desire to explore his mouth with a deep, passionate kiss.Even so, she couldn't help but threaten him. Aft
At this moment, Eunice lowered her head as she nervously sat on a chair in the quaint study of Moore Manor.She hadn't been this nervous when she'd been at the hotel. Besides, Bailey had been by her side, and Eunice hadn't wanted to embarrass herself in front of them, so she'd tried her best to control her nerves.She'd thought she'd masked it well, but Marcus, who was so used to reading people with his sharp eyes, had seen right through her."Eunie, I want to talk to you about you and that brat, Ian." Marcus didn't expose Eunice. He spoke to her in a friendly manner with a smile on his face. He was trying to let her know that he meant no harm. He just wanted to chat.Facing such a kind and gentle Marcus, Eunice had mixed emotions. For one, she'd become his daughter-in-law, which was a difficult problem for her to overcome. She felt like she owed him. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have been so frustrated over Ian. A few days ago, Bailey had told her that when Marcus had
After Ian left, Wesley tried calling Eunice, but to no avail. Great, she'd even blocked his number! Ian was such a pain. Eunice had blocked his number, yet he had to drag Wesley down with him. To tell the truth, anyone would be angry about what had happened tonight. If Wesley were Eunice, he would've ignored Ian, too. After half an hour, Wesley nervously walked toward Ian. "Um, Mr. Moore, I can't find Mrs. Moore." Ian sat on the couch with his legs crossed, with one arm resting on the armrest and the other holding a cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep drag, and the rich, acrid stench of tobacco filled the living room. The sharp, pungent smell of the smoke hit Ian right in the chest. For a moment, he couldn't tell if his anguish was caused by the tobacco or his emotions. He squinted slightly, exuding an unrestrained, wild, and bold presence with a dark and subtle undertone, seemingly thinning the surrounding air. He was like a lion, ready to unleash his rage. After a mo
"She's beside me. What's up?" Spencer said over the phone, his voice groggy and husky. He reclined on the bed while holding the phone, which he'd ruthlessly thrown aside last night. He looked down at Lucille, who was curled beside him like a baby, with one hand on his chest and the other around his waist. At this moment, he was entirely absorbed, both emotionally and visually, in the delicate woman lying beside him. Lucille's sleep seemed to be somewhat disturbed as her forehead was creased, probably due to getting woken up by the phone's vibration. Spencer tried to lower his volume as he answered the call. On the other end of the line, Ian was looking for Lucille. He said something to Spencer. Spencer lowered his voice and said emotionlessly, "She's still asleep!" His drowsy, dark eyes were filled with love as he softly caressed Lucille's head, continuously soothing her. Soon, her furrowed brows started to relax. She nuzzled Spencer's waist before going back to sleep. Ia
It was after 10:00 am at Sparrow Residence. December mornings were chilly, but the sun was like a rising crimson fireball, melting the frost away with its warm light. Lucille snuggled into a deep slumber in the warm bed, showing no signs of waking up. Suddenly, she felt breathless as the air in her lungs thinned, as if a large rock was pressing on her body, squeezing the air out of her. She moaned as she woke up in a daze. A slightly cold tongue slid into her mouth, snatching away her remaining breath. Feeling out of breath, Lucille opened her tired eyes and was met with a blurry yet handsome face. She wanted to push him away but found her arms weak, as though they were the arms of an inflatable tube man. Suddenly, the scenes from last night's passionate and intimate moments flashed through her mind. Lucille had no idea when she'd fallen asleep. She only remembered getting carried into the bathroom to clean up in a semi-conscious state. Yet, her cold and aloof husband, Sp
Ian jeered, "What's the matter? Did you have so much fun last night that she can't even walk now? Be careful not to make a habit of staying up late, or you'll have kidney failure one day." Lucille felt her lips twitch, but she remained silent. Spencer also said nothing as the veins in his forehead popped. With her arms wrapped around Spencer's neck, Lucille turned to him, blinking at him. Her eyes seemed to ask, "Why is he this riled up?" Spencer smiled. "Don't worry about him. He's just jealous of how loving we are. Let's get some food first before your stomach gets upset." Lucille said nothing. Spencer then carried her to the dining table. After all, Lucille hadn't taken her breakfast yet. Whatever important issue Ian had could wait. Between his best friend's concerns and his wife's stomach, Spencer prioritized the latter. Seeing that, Ian pressed his lips in annoyance. After ten minutes, Spencer carried Lucille over to the couch. He wanted to have her sit on his lap, b