Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“No, I didn’t…”

“Why are you avoiding me then? Why are you indifferent to my father’s actions?” Luzia’s sobbing finally sounded somewhat genuine.

“I…” Mare tried to explain in frustration, but all explanations seemed powerless and futile in the face of reality. “Mr. Hargrave’s decision is one that no one can change.”

“Then you just gave up?” Luzia glared at him with red eyes.

“No, I… I was afraid that you would resist Mr. Hargrave, and he would punish you. I can die, but I can’t let you get hurt because of me,” Mare said. “I’m sorry, I’m just useless. I don’t have the status to stand shoulder to shoulder with Hargrave, nor the ability of Festus. I’m destined not to earn Mr. Hargrave’s approval.”

“But I love you, Mare.” Luzia hugged him tightly. “I’ll find a way to make my father accept us, please don’t give up on me, okay?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Mare lowered his head, resting it against her forehead. “I love you, Luzia.”

“Love me, Mare.”

Their breaths mingled, the sound of water softly echoing, in the bright living room, in the dimly lit room.

Vivian couldn’t help but let out a gasp, the bedsheets beneath her hands crumpled as Alajos… Hmm, Alajos…

Vivian covered Alajos’ head with her hands, halting his next move. “No, Dhanna is… Ah…”

The soft spot beneath her was taken into Alajos’ mouth, his agile tongue teasing the trembling flesh due to pleasure, desire seeping into Vivian’s body from his tongue, stimulating a sensitive spot.

As the tide of emotions gathered and surged, finally reaching a climax, Vivian let out a passionate scream as it cascaded like a flood bursting through a dam, flowing into Alajos’ mouth.

Alajos savored the sweet taste, lifting Vivian’s legs to each side of his waist. Vivian instinctively closed her legs, invitingly raising her soft waist at a higher angle, presenting a watery and beautiful area to Alajos.

Alajos was in the midst of heightened desire, unable to resist this temptation, he pressed against Vivian, slowly entering her body with his fullness.

The sudden fullness made Vivian uncomfortable, and she twisted her waist unconsciously, seeking a gentler treatment. Alajos, already consumed by desire, was afraid she might escape, so he firmly held her waist, thrusting deeply to the bottom.

Vivian gasped as she was pushed upward, broken moans escaping with each movement. Her gaze uncontrollably flickered towards the lit bathroom, “Slow… Slow down, Dhanna…”

“Look at me.” Alajos felt frustrated by Vivian’s apparent distraction, intensifying his movements.

Vivian’s already fragile composure shattered as the ambiguous moans and creaking sounds continued for more than two hours, only stopping when the baby, unable to contain her physical desires in her sleep, began to cry loudly.

The baby’s cries left the new parents somewhat flustered. Vivian leaned against the bed, watching Alajos, covered in sweat, changing the baby’s diaper and wiping her bottom with a smile.

“We should hire a nanny for her.” Alajos had become adept at these tasks, but he felt it would shorten their time together. By the time he finished tidying up, Dhanna had finished drinking milk in Vivian’s arms, now peacefully asleep.

He patted the baby’s little bottom, mumbling, “At least someone should be able to accompany her at night, change her diapers, mix the milk powder, and so on.”

Vivian burst the bubbles formed by her daughter in her sleep, not responding to Alajos’ words.

Alajos didn’t continue his speech. The events in Hawaii had left an indelible shadow on Vivian, making her wary of outsourcing the care of her child. If the child was handed to an unfamiliar relative for more than ten minutes, she would become restless. She was too nervous, almost neurotic.

But Alajos understood her mood. He couldn’t bring himself to correct her, continuously telling himself that everything would be better once Dhanna grew a little older.

The topic of hiring a nanny was swept under the rug. Vivian fell asleep around six, waking up at eleven. In the meantime, Mare had taken Luzia home.

Haylee had prepared a lavish lunch for them, but only Alajos and Vivian sat at the table.

“Where are Luzia and Mare?” Vivian asked in surprise. “Haven’t they woken up yet?”

“Luzia went back home.” Alajos stirred the bolognese pasta, serving it in front of Vivian. “Her mother found out about last night, and she kept calling Luzia to come home. I had Mare take her home.”

“Is everything okay?” Vivian felt worried. “Isn’t her father opposed to her going back?”

“He may say a few words, but it’s okay. Luzia can handle it.” Alajos said. “I need to go out soon to discuss business with Noah. Emmert will come to take you to the hospital, with Dhanna. Does that work for you?”

“It’s fine.” Vivian twirled the pasta with her fork, taking a delicious bite. Haylee’s cooking was still excellent. “Vilem has been transferred to a normal ward; I can take Dhanna to see him. He has been looking forward to meeting Dhanna for the first time, he will be happy. The doctor said a cheerful mood is good for his recovery.”

“Then go, and be careful.” Alajos advised.

After lunch, Alajos put on his coat and went out to negotiate business, while Vivian returned to her room. With Haylee’s help, she packed some essentials that Dhanna might need.

Diapers, milk powder, baby bottles, pacifiers, bibs, and a change of clothes; the bag was packed to the brim.

Vivian looked at the bag, now slightly deformed from all the things inside, and lamented, “It seems that Dhanna really needs a backpack of her own.”

Haylee chuckled beside her, “Mr. Simpson also bought her a small stroller, which you should take. Children always cling to adults, making them tired easily.”

“Thank goodness Emmert is coming to pick us up, otherwise going out would be quite a hassle.” Vivian booped Dhanna’s nose, teasing her. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Dhanna didn’t understand, she only knew that her mother was playing with her, responding with babbling noises.

At one in the afternoon, Emmert arrived in his sports car. He marveled at Vivian’s numerous bags and swiftly helped her load everything into the car.

Today, Emmert was not only Vivian’s driver but also her bodyguard. So, after dropping Vivian off at the hospital, Emmert didn’t immediately leave but accompanied Vivian to Vilem’s ward.

Vilem’s condition was gradually improving. As he recovered, he finally could leave the monitors that had watched over him day and night and move to a regular ward on the top floor.

This wasn’t Vivian’s first time in this ward, but it was Dhanna’s, and she received a warm welcome from Vilem.

Vilem was an excellent soldier, skilled in killing but not in holding babies. Vivian adjusted his posture several times until Dhanna didn’t cry.

“She’s so small, so soft,” Vilem held Dhanna awkwardly in a rigid manner, causing Dhanna to wriggle uncomfortably in his arms. “She’s as soft as tofu,” Vilem wasn’t exaggerating; he was afraid to hold her too tightly, fearing she might break with a slight squeeze.