Antoninus went off to handle work, leaving just me in the room. Glancing at the time, I realized it was Chris's lunch break, so I decided to give him a video call.
"Mom!" Chris exclaimed joyfully as soon as he saw me.
His classmates also gathered around to say hello, but Chris covered the screen and shooed them away, looking annoyed.
I chuckled at the lively scene before me; kids were always full of energy. It's just that the teachers bore the brunt of it.
Chris's teacher, William, was tidying up the books on his desk, looking exhausted and resigned. He appeared as though he had just finished teaching 800 students, although Chris's elite school had only 8 students per class.
Curious, I asked Chris with a suppressed smile, "So, why did you manage to upset your teacher again?"
"No one upset him," Chris replied. "He just doesn't know the answers to our questions."
"Really? He's that clueless? What kind of questions were you asking?"
I looked around warily, but I didn't spot any suspicious individuals. Roman tried to reassure me, "Maybe you mistook it. It wasn't camera lights just now; it was probably car headlights."Hearing his explanation, I stopped overthinking it.After he helped me apply the concealer, I looked in the mirror.Perfect.My neck had regained its previous clean and fair appearance, as if it were a freshly finished plaster sculpture, every inch of skin concealed thoroughly.Roman kept his promise, and I dropped my guard against him.We went to the night market together. Roman told me he had volunteered around this area during his college days, so he was familiar with everything here. He led me to a stall selling scarves.The stall owner was an elderly person in their sixties or seventies, with weathered skin. They appeared kind and honest.I gazed at the scarves on his stall, each with different colors and patterns, and couldn't help but a
I sat on the bed, glaring fiercely at Antoninus. But due to my intense emotions, tears unexpectedly welled up in my eyes.Antoninus, who had initially furrowed his brow, lowered it further. "Why are you crying?""Who's crying?!" I retorted angrily, but the next moment, tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably.Both of us froze for a moment.I hurriedly raised my arm to wipe my tears away, but they kept flowing, as if they wanted to drain away all the grievances I'd suffered during this time. But... why did they have to come at this moment? Just a second ago, I was defiantly arguing with him...Anyway, regardless of the situation, it seemed like Antoninus was taken aback by my reaction. He poked my shoulder and handed me a tissue."If I said something wrong just now, then I apologize. Anyway, stop crying for now."I angrily slapped the tissue onto the ground. Did he really think I was crying over something sad? These were purely ph
In the morning sun, I slowly woke up.I opened my eyes and found that my body had already been covered with a quilt.The tingling between my legs told me that what had happened last night was not a dream.I actually had a physical relationship with Antoninus...This is just too bad.I mean, I do have a soft spot for Antoninus.And I liked how he was in bed last night.Although he is poor in bed skills, he is gentle and considerate, and will take care of and soothe my emotions.Also, his waist is very powerfulAll in all, it was an unforgettable evening.But I still feel a lot of worry.Because I hate this kind of unplanned unexpected events, it often means some kind of balance upset and broken.I had to re-evaluate my relationship with Antoninus.Who am I to him now?Friends? A lover? A lover, or just a sexual partner?I gave Antoninus a rueful look.As usual, he sat by th
Recalling the passionate scenes from last night, I couldn't help but blush slightly. "It's alright," I said. After all, what did regret matter when everything had already happened?"Raise your hand," I continued, helping him take off his clothes. But he still stared at me with a complex expression. "Perhaps today, you could make a public appearance with me.""Let's forget about that," I replied.Why would I want to make a public appearance with him?I had no interest in being the First Lady.Increased exposure wouldn't be good for either of us. Maintaining the status quo was just fine.Despite his occasional dominance, bossiness, and unreasonable behavior, I didn't dislike him.Moreover, he was quite handsome.As for his physique, there was no room for criticism. He had no excess fat, and his muscles were not exaggerated or veiny.He had a balanced and slender figure.Like an elf fallen from Middle-earth, a perfec
"For safety," Antoninus explained."We need others to know where we're going today. The more people who know, the safer we are."I certainly understood the reasoning behind it. If everyone saw us entering Marcus's farm, then in case of any unexpected events, the first person suspected would be Marcus. This way, Marcus would certainly not dare to harm us without consequences.But...I couldn't help but complain, "Why didn't you wait for me to get in the car first before making such a fuss?"Now, with such a spectacle, how was I supposed to get in?So many people were watching!Antoninus calmly said, "You are my exclusive journalist. Riding in the same car with me isn't unusual.""But...""No 'buts.' Change your clothes and get in the car."His tone brooked no argument, so I reluctantly returned to the wardrobe.I picked out the most conservative, professional-looking women's suit from the closet and carefull
Antoninus's words caught Marcus off guard. Marcus turned pale, raised an eyebrow, and after a moment, nodded with a twitch of his lips, "Of course.""Thank you," Antoninus politely thanked him and then returned the baby lion to me. I hurriedly accepted the lion and gave him a glare. After all, it was still a young animal, and he had been tossing it around like a toy. But then again, he had let four-year-old Chris ride a horse by himself. It seemed that, in his eyes, even cubs were made of steel.While I was soothing the poor baby lion, a person in the distance began approaching us. It was Roman, who had taken Antoninus's convoy earlier. He walked directly to Marcus and whispered something to him.I pursed my lips, my eyebrows furrowing deeper. He seemed to be even more subservient to Marcus than Eric was by Antoninus's side. It was evident that he was Marcus's right-hand man in running this animal farm, which used hunting wild animals as its main attraction.
"There's also a rescue center here. We bring injured wild animals from the field and nurse them back to health," Roman explained.I asked, "And after they recover, do you release them back into the wild?"Roman smiled and said, "That's entirely up to you. If you wish for me to release them, then so be it.""Of course, they should be released."I then asked if this would cause a significant loss to them since treating and rehabilitating injured animals required a lot of money. But Roman was nonchalant and said, "As long as it makes you happy, I have no objections."I replied, "This should be your family's decision. As long as they are treated well, keeping them here is not a bad option."Roman suddenly burst into laughter and then lowered his head, his clear blue eyes filled with tenderness. "Lily, you always think of others so much. You're my little princess."Well, not always. I could be quite stubborn at times, too. I'm sure Antonin
I looked at Roman with suspicion. He smiled, appearing puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you know? The President's father, Tiberius, is the biggest arms dealer in the country and also the world.""Really?" I found it hard to believe."Of course, they produce half of the firearms in the country. Even the guns we have here are from their company.""Okay..." I was shocked and didn't know how to respond.Seeing my uneasy expression, Roman reassured me, "Don't worry, we only buy hunting rifles, and I'll make sure that none of the bullets here will ever harm a person.""Alright, I understand."This was the first time I had learned about Antoninus' family background. Strangely, I didn't feel excited; rather, I felt a sense of repulsion. Perhaps it was because firearms were a topic that often stirred negative political discussions.I sighed softly, feeling a growing sense of anxiety. Antoninus was a high-ranking political figure, and I