Chapter 132 - Seeing Lynne
It had been two to three weeks since he last visited the Cromwell's villa and seen Lynne. He quite missed her.
When he arrived at the gates, the sturdy guards did not stop him. They have already recognized him as the Cromwell's son-in-law and allowed him easy passage.
"Boy, looks like you still remember to visit this Old man." Dwight was pleasantly surprised.
'But I didn't come to visit you. Who knows how much benefits you will try to reap out of me every time you see me.' Leon inwardly thought.
However, after looking around briefly, he asks, "How have you been, Old man?"
"Good... good of course... but... hehehe." Dwight rubbed his hands together and looked at Leon with expectant eyes.
Leon sighed helplessly as he handed over a bottle of awakening pills he had prepared beforehand, and said, "I've already given you the recipe. Can't you refine your own pills?"
"Yes… of course, I can. Except your pills are still of higher quality. What's the secret, boy?" Dwight asked without shame.
"Maybe better flame control?" Leon said lightly. He did not mention that higher quality herbs were also needed.
With one line, Dwight was immediately silenced with a downcast expression like he had just suffered a major blow. The Cromwell was a family of water-users. How the hell was he suppose improve his flame control?
"Anyway, Old man, where is Lynne?"
Dwight sat down on the couch and said absentmindedly, "Oh, she just went to her room not long ago. You should go see her. She had been missing you dearly."
Leon nodded, "Mm, I'll go see her now."
He left quickly, before Dwight recovered from the mental blow of not being able to improve flame control.
"Right-" When Dwight wanted to say something, the brat was already gone to see his granddaughter. He could only shake his head with a sigh.
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These days, Lynne had been in very low spirits. The night Leon said he would visit her; he did not come. Instead, she only received news of big conflicts happening one after the other.
Leon had also stop attending the military training and infuriated the instructor as it was not what the representative should do. It was like he had completely disappeared.
She hadn't received any news of Leon and feared that something had happened to him. She was prohibited to leave the house during the chaos so there were many things she did not know. She couldn't stop worrying for Leon and missing him each passing day.
When she entered her room, she changed into her nightwear. The moment she laid down on her soft bed, she easily fell asleep due to the mental fatigue.
Leon entered her room silently and looked at the sleeping beauty with affectionate eyes. He felt a pang of guilt seeing the bags under her eyes.
He quietly slipped into her bed and embraced her from behind.
Lynne felt extremely comfortable like she was basking in mother nature's warm embrace. However as dual awakener and divine practitioner, her senses were greatly heightened after making progress in the technique, Leon bestowed her.
With her connection to the Ice Laws, her divine practice progressed smoothly and reach the 5th layer quickly. Relying on her senses, she knew that there was something wrong with this extremely comfortable and warm sensation.
It was like going to the magic toilet in your dream, needing to urinate. Extremely warm and relaxing, but then you wake up in shock to find out you have wet yourself.
Lynne was immediately roused awake and noticed there was a pair of arms wrapped around her.
"Who!?" She was alarmed greatly.
Leon intended to just sleep peacefully with Lynne in his arms and hadn't expect for her to wake up. He was startled, but soon a nefarious but playful thought entered his mind like a devil's whisper, and he acted on it immediately.
He covered her mouth and locked her body with his legs, before saying in deep unrecognizable voice, "Kekeke... little beauty, tonight, you are mine."
"Mmmm… noooo! Don't~!" Wide eyes with panic, Lynne wanted to scream, but her voice was muffled by the stranger's hand. How did this intruder get into her room!?
She wanted to resist when she couldn't recognize the person's voice behind her. However, her strength was inferior to the other party and couldn't break free. She could only helplessly watch as the stranger's hand slip under her nightwear, roaming her body and play with her white rabbits freely.
She was already in low spirit and low mental energy. Being forcefully assaulted by a stranger without being able to fight back, it didn't take long before she broke down as tears quickly swelled in her eyes.
"*Sniff* Leon... where are you... *sniff*"
Hearing her muffled cries, Leon's hands froze like they had been struck by lightning. A greater sense of guilt filled his heart. Aish... he was a true villain for making his own women cry.
"Sorry... I went too far... It's me." Leon said guiltily.
Leon removed his hands and loosen her restraints, before gently wiping her tears.
'Eh? It's me?'
Hearing that familiar voice and feeling the gentle caress on her face, her tears stopped flowing for a moment with suspicion. She turned her body over and saw his familiar face.
"Ahhh! So Hateful! Meanie! Bully! Rogue! Where have you been all this time?" Lynne was first angry, then began to weep and pound on his chest with her two balls of small fists.
"Sorry." Leon said a single word and allowed her to vent her grievance on him that didn't contain any real force behind them. Real men don't make excuses.
After a while, Lynne calmed down, but then she pouted at him angrily. He was calmly prepared for her tongue lashing as deserved it, but it didn't turn to be the kind of tongue lashing he expected.
He was taken by surprise when she started kissing him feverishly and inexperiencely. He quickly recovered and followed her rhythm, before taking over control of the rhythm. Her awkward tongue was like a little snake that thought it found it's prey until the prey turned into a ferocious dragon, while it transform into a meek and startled lamb.
Everything soon flowed naturally after...
Their clothes slipped away as their hearts and bodies melted into one and enjoyed a long steamy-hot and passionate battle that seemingly lasted an eternity, along with erotic moans and rocking beds. The room was soon painted pink and filled with the smell of love nectar.
With his heavenly techniques, Lynne was sent into a euphoric state filled with bliss and happiness.
He wanted to engrave himself on her heart so deeply, it would seemingly last as long as the sun and moon in the starry skies, leaving an unforgettable memory and ensure that no other man will ever be able to replace him in her heart.
The night was bound to be restless for everyone residing in the villa.
In another room downstairs, a couple was enjoying their own peace and tranquil rest after a long trip home from outside the Capital. They were Lynne's father and mother, Bromley and Hazel. They were called back to the Capital to handle the reconstruction project after Leon recommended the Cromwell family to take charge.
They haven't heard much about the prince, but they were excited find out the prince was still unmarried and of similar age to their daughter. They wanted to take the opportunity to play matchmake for the two when they meet the royal family tomorrow to discuss the details of the reconstruction project.
However, their hopes were dashed by the ruckus being caused upstairs.
"Who...which bastard is doing my daughter!? I'm...I'm going to kill him!" Bromley Cromwell shook with anger.
Hazel by his side did not have a good expression either as a gloomy aura filled the room. This wasn't the kind of thing they wanted to hear on the first day of their return.
Their marriage arrangement plans for their daughter was ruined and premarital sex was a taboo. If word got out, they would be reduced laughingstocks among the nobles.
Leaving the room, they noticed that Dwight was sitting on the stairway, smoking a long pipe calmly.
"Father, please move. I must kill that bastard!" Bromley gnashed his teeth.
"The rice has already been cooked. Do you want your daughter to become a widow?" Dwight said with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't accept it. I refuse to accept it. Why must you protect that scoundrel? Who is he?"
Bromley forcibly restrained his anger when talking to his father. Although their relationship wasn't good, Dwight was still his father.
"That is my grandson-in-law. I have already engaged them and it's nothing new in the circle of nobles." Dwight spoke with a proud smile.
"What!? How can you arrange my daughter's marriage without my consent!? Move! I must cripple that bastard!"
Bromley still had the slightest hope of pairing his daughter with the prince even if she was no longer pure. His daughter was after all a fine flower with no lack of suitors.
But since every knows his daughter is already engaged, would the Queen still accept if he was to break it!?
He was an ambitious man with boundaries. He wanted to elevate the Cromwell's status to be in-laws with the royalty family, but that short dream was dashed for good with no possible reparations.
Hearing his own son raised his voice at him, Dwight's expression turned steely cold and barked, "Go back! The children are having their fun! Are you really that interested in seeing your own daughter's body!? Beast! How did I raised you!? Whatever you want to say, leave it for tomorrow, understand! Hmph!"
"I… No, I don't... yes, father…"
Being barraged by his father's words, Bromley had no way to refute. If he insisted, it would mean he really was interested in seeing his own daughter's naked body.
He could only comply meekly and give up with a sigh, before retiring back to his room in low spirits with his wife.