Chapter 113 [part 2] (1/2)

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Her body, which was lazily leaning on him, stirred slightly. Lucia slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times as if she was still half asleep. Even though Lucia was aware that her head wasn’t on the bed but on his chest, her mind was moving very slow.

Her head was blank, so she lifted her gaze and saw him reading a document. He turned his head and met her gaze. His red eyes were tinged with warmth and he kissed Lucia’s lips.

“…I had a strange dream.”

“What was the dream about?”

“I ran to your office and…”

Lucia’s expression gradually stiffened as she talked. Her running to his office was not a dream. Hugo gave a sigh and put down his documents.

“Before you dreamt of running to my office, did you have a worse dream? What kind of dream was it?”

His gently appeasing tone and voice alleviated the suffocating tension in Lucia’s heart.

“…You…”

“Me?”

“…You cheated.”

“…”

After saying that, Lucia felt something suddenly surge in her chest.

“You left me. You went to that woman.”

Her voice trembled, and tears welled in her eyes. Her vision blurred and when she blinked her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks.

“Vivian.”

He licked the trail of her flowing tears and pecked the corner of her eyes. Hugo lay her down on the bed and climbed over her. He leaned his weight on his elbow and looked closely into her eyes.

“I love you.” (Hugo)

Lucia experienced a small miracle in which his short phrase instantly pacified her whimsically fluctuating mood.

“Me too…I love you.” (Lucia)

“Did I make a mistake that would make you think such a thing?”

“…The woman in the dream had a big bust.”

Hugo quietly gazed at his wife whose mutterings was more like her grumbling, then he sighed deeply. If only he could know who exactly told her that he liked busty women; he wanted to grind them to dust.

His liking of a woman’s bustiness was not because he had a special preference, it simply meant that he liked breasts because he was a man. Never had another woman come into his eyes nor had he ever looked at their chest.

“I like your breasts.”

Her face reddened at his soft whisper and got even redder when his hand wove into her nightwear and squeezed her breasts.

“It’s soft, silky and when I touch it a little like this…it stiffens.”

He kneaded the mounds of her breast and gently twisted her nipple between his fingers.

“And when I lick it, it’s sensitive enough that it trembles.”

While holding her breast in a slight grip, revealing them, Hugo circled around her nipple with his tongue then he bit hard on the tip. She flinched in response and cried out.

“I really do love your breasts.”

His knee came in between Lucia’s legs and his thigh found its way to her private place. Her round eyes were looking at him and her face was dyed redder than ever.

“Honestly, I like this place more.”

Hugo caught her squirming wrists with one hand and held them up while his other hand went inside her underwear and rubbed the area between her legs.

Her insides had started to get wet with a moist, sticky liquid and allowed his fingers easy entry.

“It’s already so wet. I think I’m the one who should be worried. Because your body is so erotic.”

It was embarrassing and shameful. Even though she was annoyed by his taunting words, it sent chills up her spine. His hand holding her wrists had disappeared at some point but it throbbed as if she was still being held down, so she couldn’t move.

Her nightwear was rolled up and her underwear was peeled off. His two hands spread her thighs open and she felt him staring at the space between.