Chapter 132

If you truly don’t want your nude paintings to be seen, the best place to keep them is in the basement of this mansion.

He had intended to say that. However, he ended up getting rid of the finely hung paintings after listening to Liv’s words.

Demus found his actions somewhat amusing. Strangely, he didn’t carry any notable regrets about them. Rather than becoming agitated by Liv’s noncompliance with his desires, he was captivated by it and, rather unexpectedly, felt a sense of renewal.

Now, she had become adept in speaking out the things she wanted. He didn’t think she did it consciously, but the way she delivered her requests intrigued his lust.

He was confident with his actions. All the maneuverings he had done to get that woman was not a futile and pointless endeavor. On the contrary, it was something that had to be done.

He recalled how satisfying it was. Furthermore, just before his climax, he even considered, for the briefest of moments, that he didn’t want to let her out of this mansion.

“Ha…”

A laughter, painted with a sigh, flowed out. His lust for her grew intensely day by day. He had lived his life without realizing that he had such desires in him.

Demus stared at the bed sheet that was disheveled from the hot activity earlier, then silently raised his wine glass. When he had just taken a sip, Liv opened the door to the inner bathroom and walked out there.

She, wearing a bath gown and patting her hair dry with a towel, opened her eyes wide as she noticed Demus.

“My Lord?”

The sight of her loose robe, wet hair, and fresh face aroused him. It had only been a moment ago that he had rocked his hips between her luscious thighs, and now all his senses were jolted back to life as if it had never happened.

He gulped down his wine to calm down his searing thirst. His glass bottomed out in an instant.

“Why are you so surprised?”

At Demus’ question, Liv lowered down her gaze.

“I assumed you would not be here, so…”

So far, Demus had always been the first to leave after sex. Not because he had any particular agenda, but because he didn’t like the traces of lovemaking left on the bedding or the strong odor that lingered in the air.

Now he no longer felt repulsed to connect his body to Liv’s, but he had no reason to spend a lot of time in space dirty with bodily fluids.

In that regard, he had a clear purpose today. He had something to deliver to Liv.

He originally planned to give it before sex, but since he had been aroused all the way from the basement, he embraced her without time to spare. Only after spraying his semen over and over and watching Liv tattered away to the bathroom that he thought of the box he had prepared.

As a result, he had no choice but to wait. But seeing the way Liv was surprised, it felt awkward for some reason.

He wondered if his action was that surprising.

“Given that this is my mansion, it shouldn’t exactly astound you to encounter me in any corner.”

“You are right, my Lord.”

Carefully adjusting the front of her gown, Liv carefully asked Demus.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do?”

“Do you think I only see you when I have something to order?”

“I don’t mean it in that way. You also need to wash yourself, my Lord, but because you’ve been waiting for me, I think you must have some business with me.”

Her thoughts were perfectly valid. But for some reason, it made Demus feel bitter.

Indeed, he usually had intentions when he called her, but sometimes it was for no reason at all. So what made her think that he would only see her when he had business with her?

“Open the box over there.”

Demus gestured to the bedside table with his chin. On the table was a red velvet box.

“This is…”

Liv flinched. It seemed she had guessed the content from the box. There was already a precedent, so it could have been weirder not to know.

“Open it.”

Spitting out the words in a low, casual voice, Dimus filled his empty glass with wine. He raised his glass and swirled it, the red wine sparkling in the clear glass.

Liv watched Demus, then quietly opened the box. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the content.

The things inside the box were jewelry. They were necklace and earrings more beautiful and fancier than the one she received before.

Liv, staring at them with a burdened look, spoke cautiously.

“It’s already late, so may I postpone putting these on until later? Coryda must be waiting for me.”

“It is surely a pleasure watching you wearing nothing but jewelry, but these aren’t for that. I’m giving them to you to keep.”