Chapter 7

Yoursa had just woken up from her nap, her body felt weak because she forgot to eat lunch, so she hurried to clean herself and catch up with her family for dinner.

It didn't take long for Yoursa to clean herself up, and now she was done with a fresher body and a lily-scented fragrance.

Then Yoursa went downstairs; right at the end of the stairs, she saw her older brother talking to the head of the family-- Lucas.

Yoursa shouted for Alarich and ran to her beloved brother.

"Alarich," shouted Yoursa from the direction of the stairs.

"Could you not shout, please! My ears aren't deaf!" protested Alsrick, looking at his younger brother with a chuckle.

"Dad, look at your favorite son, I can't even call him," Yoursa argued with Lucas.

"Huh... What Alarich said is true, dear. You're always yelling to your heart's content, and it's making daddy's ears ring," Lucas replied, agreeing with Alarich's words.

Yoursa scowled in annoyance that her father couldn't defend her. She made a face and pursed her lips, indicating that she was sulking.

"Dad it looks like we're in big trouble, soon Yoursa will be screaming for mom," said Alarich, coding his father.

Lucas, who understood Alarich's words, decided to leave; rather than Ashley throwing a tantrum and making him sleep outside the room, it was better to avoid his wife's tantrum. Likewise, with Alarich, he decided to return to his room, not wanting to see his mother because of his favourite sister's screams.

Sure enough, the two of them had only taken a few rare steps Yoursa was already screaming for Ashley, so the middle-aged woman who was still screaming beautifully approached Yoursa.

"MOMMY," Yoursa shouted, echoing throughout the house.

"Yoursa, what's wrong?" asked Ashley, already in front of her youngest daughter.

"Daddy and Alarich molested me!" she complained to Ashley - her mother.

"What did Daddy and Alarich do to you that you could be teased by both of them?" asked Ashley.

Yoursa recounted the moment she saw Alarich with Lucas in the living room. Then she called Alarich by yelling. But what happened was that her father and brother annoyed her.

After hearing her youngest daughter's story, Ashley could only massage her temples, dizzy. Couldn't her eldest daughter get along with her youngest daughter even for a moment? Fortunately, her eldest daughter - Alarich's twin, wasn't here, and it didn't make Ashley even more dizzy hearing them, seeing them fight every time they met.

"Mama," Yoursa called out as she saw her mama massaging her temples.

"Huh... You'd better eat, you haven't gone downstairs since this afternoon," Ashley told Yoursa to eat dinner.

"But mom-"

"There's no but- but, go eat now. Let Dad and Alarich be mommy's business," she said, finally, not accepting rejection.

Yoursa sighed; if her mother had made a final decision, neither she nor her two twin brothers dared to argue at all.

So, Yoursa surrendered and obeyed her mother's words rather than being threatened and putting her life in danger.

***

On the other hand, in the dining room.

Oliver was eating his food solemnly without any interference from anyone, but just before he ate his food a few times into his mouth, Yoursa came into the dining room.

"Why are you here?" asked Yoursa, surprised to see Oliver.

Oliver ignored Yoursa's question; he continued to eat dinner until he gasped in surprise to find Yoursa pulling his hand.

"What are you doing, huh!" said Oliver, annoyed.

"You didn't answer my question earlier. Don't blame me if I act like this."

"Is your question important to me?" asked Oliver, glaring at Yoursa.

"Of course it's important! You're taking away my appetite!" said Yoursa, glaring back at Oliver.

Without replying to Yoursa's words, Oliver pushed the chair, stood up and left Yoursa just like that, without a word.

While Yoursa just grunted in annoyance at her bodyguard, Oliver's attitude always annoyed her and she hated him a little.

"It's good that he's gone, so I don't have to bother kicking him out," said Yoursa, watching Oliver walk away.

After Oliver left, Yoursa picked up her dinner and ate it with gusto.

Fifteen minutes passed. 

Yoursa had just finished dinner, so she decided to return to her room. But when she passed by the library, Yoursa saw Oliver in the place.

With curiosity, Yoursa decided to enter the library and see Oliver, who was busy looking for books on the top shelf.

"What are you doing in my library?" asked Yoursa, not liking the idea of Oliver entering her library.

Yes, it was Yoursa's library that Matthew's grandfather had gifted her when she was ten years old.

"What do I have to tell you?"

"Obviously! You came into my library without my permission and you brazenly took my book, were you never taught manners by your mother!" pressed Yoursa, emphasizing the word mother to make Oliver harden his jaw in displeasure.

Then Oliver stared at Yoursa sharply, grinding his teeth, then he grabbed Yoursa's hand so hard that it caused a reddish rash on Yours' wrist.

It didn't stop there. Oliver pushed Yoursa against the wall until she hit her back. "Don't you ever bring my mom! Or you'll know the consequences," Oliver said coldly, with emphasis.

"Tsk... Why? Do you feel offended?" asked Yoursa, no fear in Oliver's eyes.

"Hehh, because you don't know anything, and I hope you never will."

"I don't care! Better get away from me right now." Yours pushed Oliver, but the man's body did not change in the slightest, remaining in his position, supporting Yoursa with his hands above his head.

"Get out of my way!" swore Yoursa, still in her position.

Oliver only wore a smirk. Seeing Yoursa annoyed by his actions, coupled with her sassy mouth that kept cursing.

Can't stand Yoursa's lips that have been staring at him since before. Oliver also brought his face closer to Yoursa's face, lowering his head to make it easier for him to crush the woman's thick lips.

It didn't take long for Oliver's lips to land perfectly on Yoursa's thick lips, sticking without a crease. Suddenly, Yoursa was surprised by the rubbery object that landed on her lips.

Slowly, Oliver began to crush Yoursa's lips softly, with pressure. But there was no reply from the woman, silence, without replying.

Oliver continued to crush, lapping at Yoursa's thick lips, which felt sweet to him, different from the women he often went out with and spent one long night with.

Yoursa's lips were so addictive to him that he didn't want to stop there. He wanted to continue to taste the sweetness of her lips. There was no boredom for him.