Chapter 8

Yoursa had just woken up from her nap, her body was weak from forgetting her lunch, so she rushed to clean up and catch up with her family for dinner.

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

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

Yoursa shouted for Alaric and ran to her beloved brother.

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

"Could you not yell, huh! My ears aren't deaf!" protested Alaric, looking at his younger brother, chuckling.

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

"Huh... What Alaric 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 Alaric's words.

Yoursa scowled in annoyance that her daddy couldn't defend her. She made a face while pursing her lips, indicating she was sulking.

"Dad, it looks like we're in big trouble; soon, Yoursa will be screaming for Mommy," said Alaric, coding his daddy.

Lucas, who understood Alaric's words, decided to leave; rather than Ashley throwing a tantrum and making him sleep outside the room, avoiding his wife's tantrum was better. Likewise, Alaric returned to his room, not wanting to see his mommy because of his favorite 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 mansion.

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

"Daddy and Alaric teased me!" she complained to Ashley-- her mommy.

"What did your Daddy and brother do to make you get teased by them?" asked Ashley.

Yoursa told the story of when she saw Alaric with Lucas in the living room. Then she called Alaric 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 while? Fortunately, her eldest daughter, Alaric's twin, wasn't here, and it didn't make Ashley more dizzy hearing them fight every time they met.

"Mom," Yoursa called out, seeing her mommy massaging her temples.

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

"But mom-"

"No buts, go eat right now. Let daddy and Alaric be mommy's business," she said, not accepting rejection.

Yoursa sighed; if her mommy had made a final decision, neither she nor her twin brothers would dare to argue.

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

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On the other hand, in the dining room.

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

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

Oliver ignored Yoursa's question and continued eating 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 single word.

While Yoursa just snorted 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 leave.

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

Skip fifteen minutes passed.

Yoursa had just finished dinner, so she returned to her room. However, as she passed by the library, Yoursa saw Oliver there.

Curious, Yoursa entered the library and saw Oliver, who was busy looking for a book on the top shelf.

"What are you doing in my library?" asked Yoursa, not liking seeing Oliver enter her library.

Yes, Yoursa's library was gifted to her by her grandpa Matthew when she was ten years old.

"Do I have to tell you?"

"Obviously! You entered my library without permission and brazenly took my book. Did your mother never teach you manners!" pressed Yoursa, suppressing her mother's words, making Oliver harden his jaw in displeasure.

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

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

"TSK... Why? Do you feel offended?" asked Yoursa, not afraid to be stared at by Oliver.

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

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

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

Oliver just displayed his smirk. He was seeing Yoursa annoyed by his actions and his sassy mouth song that always swore at her.

I'm not too fond of Yoursa's lips, which 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 lick the woman's thick lips.

It didn't take much for Oliver's lips to land perfectly on Yoursa's thick lips, sticking without a lick. Suddenly, Yoursa was surprised by the rubbery object landing 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 that tasted sweet, different from the women he often went out with and spent one long night with.

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