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Chapter 141: Family

Both Adrian and the maid, Rhea speared their lips, stretching a strand of sticky mixture of saliva until it finally collapsed. He had a gentle smile on his face while her face was flushed and eyes were intoxicated.

Adrian let go off the beautiful maid’s butt as he looked towards the source of the ever-familiar sound.

A woman who looked in her thirties, whose eyes were orbs of glittering silver, whose jet black silky hair cascaded like a magnificent waterfall, whose beauty could only be termed with words like divine or otherworldly- was walking down the spiral staircase, step by step.

She was wearing a sleeveless plain dress that revealed her crystalline smooth arms. Even the plainness of her apparel did not diminish her overwhelming looks. It only added to her charms.

The maid vigorously shook her head, barely driving away the drunkenness before getting up from his warm lap and stand-by. Adrian himself stood up.

“Mother, long time no see.” He approached the staircase and spread his arms wide open.

“Indeed.” A brimming smile appeared on the woman’s face, exponentially enhancing her beauty. “How have my dear son been?” The moment she stepped foot on the mosaicked marbles on the floor, she also opened her smooth and exposed arms.

The mother son duo enclosed themselves in their arms, into a warm hug. He could smell a flowery fragrance from her skin, which she just got from her scented bath. His hands gently caressed her back through the thin dress.

They remained silent for a whole minute as they engrossed themselves in the warmth of each other’s bodies, the touch of each other’s skin. After a whole minute, they finally separated.

Adrian still had a smile on his face but the Duchess had lost hers. She bit her bottom lip hard ash her facial muscles twitched. Crystalline tears rolled down from her beautiful eyes, sliding through her fair cheeks.

His gentle smile turned into a wry one. ‘Not again!’ But he remained still.

She reached out both of her graceful hands and began to caress his cheeks. “You are finally home.” She said among her tears.

Any man would drop to his knees, prepared to give away his life just to bring a smile on the face of the crying angel. But alas, Adrian was the only man who could see her in such a state.

“Mother.” He gently held both of her hands with those of his own. “I am here now.” He said in a rare warm voice. “And I will stay here for a few days.”

“A few?” She scowled. “Mister, I am not letting you out again until I am tired of you.”

The smile on his face became even more forced. “Isn’t that like… forever?”

******

Evening. There were thunders rambling outside, alerting those in the vicinity of the coming storm.

The main mansion.

The dining hall.

A chandelier above and many lamps in the surrounding ensured the room was properly lighted.

There was a round dining table at the centre of the dining hall. Freshly cooked meals by top quality chefs were being served by beautiful young maids. But the seats were empty; none in the family had arrived, until two entered the hall.

One was a middle aged beautiful lady wearing a lavish dress and other extravagant jewellery- Renes de Wasef. She was holding the petite hands of a thirteen year old girl- her daughter, Aria- as she walked towards the table.

Once she ensured the proper sitting of her daughter, she herself sat beside her in a noble manner.

The little girl looked around before turning to her mother. “Where is brother? I have finished my lessons, but he has yet to come.”

“Sweety.” The lady smiled. “Your brother is with his mother now. It has been years since they last met. You understand, right?”

“Oh.” She turned quiet. She dangled her petite legs under the tablecloth as she waited for her beloved brother. And soon, her wish was fulfilled.

Adrian came out of nowhere and sat beside her.

“Brother!” She exclaimed.

“I am here.” He patted her head. “Let’s wait for father and Rowen, shall we?” He smiled.

Soon, two more entered the hall, side by side. Both of them were men- one young and the other, middle aged. 

The middle aged man had slightly whitening hair, but his eyes were jet black. His posture was steady while his walking style was noble. His brows knitted the moment his pitch black eyes spotted Adrian sitting at the table. 

But he remained on his track before sitting right beside the extravagantly dressed lady.

“Greetings, Lord husband.” The woman bowed. Aria remained silent.

“Greetings, ‘Dad’.” Adrian smiled.

The man’s face flinched as he snorted. “Hmph.”

The woman smiled wryly while Aria remained indifferent. She was already used to it.

The young man, whose eyes were were black as well, grimaced at the sight of Adrian. His eyes turned bloodshot; he began to give off an aura of bloodlust.

“You son of a bitch!” He did not care where he was as he bellowed and charged towards Adrian.

Adrian remained nonchalant as he kept staring at the food ahead, wondering what to eat first.

Aria panicked while Renes, the middle aged woman scowled and prepared herself to take action. But suddenly, an aura locked onto her. Though she could easily break the pressure off, she could only grit her teeth and endure.

The source of the aura was none other than her Lord husband.

The youth was upon Adrian when out of nowhere, something grabbed him by his neck. The hand belonged to none other than Adrian.

Adrian slowly stood up, lifting the poor youth up in the air.

A malicious smile appeared on his face as he looked right into the black eyes of the young man with those of his own- eyes which were many shades darker. “Yes, I might be the son of a bitch.” The smile on his face turned into a grin. “At least I am not the son of a dead one.”

“Aaaargh!” The youth’s eyes turned even more red as he tried to escape from his grip. But alas, any sort of resistance was futile.

The man scowled as he used his own aura to envelop Adrian. But to Adrian, the so called pressuring aura was as good as non existent.

The middle aged man’s brows knitted even further as he gritted his teeth. He was just about to smack his fists on the table. But he remembered something- something which prompted him to swallow his own saliva.

“Adrian.” He opened his mouth. His voice was deep. “Let go of him. Dinner’s getting cold.”

The grin on Adrian’s face turned into a gentle smile as he turned to the man. “Sure. If you say so, ‘dad’.” He released the grip on the youth’s neck. 

The young man slumped to the ground while the middle aged one grimaced and clenched his fists under the table.

******

Midnight.

*Knock. Knock.*

Emilia, who was wearing a silky night robe, looked at the door and smiled. “Come in.”

The door opened. Adrian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him while she stood up from the bed.

“It’s about time you keep your end of the promise.” Her graceful hands reached the cincture of her nightie.