The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 19

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  • The only time Celeste had ever encountered a swing in her childhood was watching her father push her younger brother at the park.

  • When her brother grew bored and hopped off, Celeste had eagerly approached, only to be kicked down by her father.

  • “Even if your brother doesn’t want it anymore, that doesn’t mean you can take it.”

  • Her brother, seeing her sprawled and bleeding on the ground, had picked up stones to throw at her while laughing and clapping. “Servants belong on the ground! Crawl where you belong!”

  • He’d learned that from some TV show. But at home, Celeste was treated little better than a servant–Even moving to the city were solely so she could take care of her brother.

  • Sitting on the swing now, that memory remained painfully vivid.

  • Celeste was acutely aware that all this happiness she was experiencing rightfully belonged to Ophelia Belmont.

  • She clenched her jaw and forced herself to keep smiling.

  • Lysander remained oblivious, continuing to push her without noticing her discomfort.

  • Eventually, when he was convinced she’d had enough of the swing, he finally stopped.

  • He showed her around the entire villa, ending outside the master bedroom, where he pushed open the door.

  • “Ophelia, are you tired? Let’s have a break.”

  • Then he pulled her close, attempting to kiss her. Inhaling the rich lily fragrance on her skin, desire darkened his eyes.

  • her neck, carefully lifting

  • was about to proceed further, Celeste turned her face away. Her complexion paled as

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  • back, and I’m not feeling great. Not tonight, okay? I’m just

  • as her fingers clutched

  • Navier’s perfume still lingered in the air, as if

  • it would feel like a betrayal

  • the bed of the old man

  • embraced Celeste tenderly, breathing heavily but making no further advances.

  • want. We’ll wait until you’re ready, I just

  • to freshen herself, she deliberately picked up one

  • whose clothes are these? They’re not really my

  • these brands.

  • Maybe we

  • heart skipped a beat before he

  • My cousin stayed here for a few weeks

  • you don’t like it, I’ll throw everything

  • makeup, ready to dump them in

  • his hand, smiling

  • need. Let’s just leave it. If she ever visits

  • back at Navier’s belongings

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