Elvira held him tightly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
“Vesper, I don’t like him and will never go with him. I hate him!”
“He claims to love me–isn’t that a lie? He only loved Isabeau before, and now he thinks he loves me. Isn’t that ridiculous? Would someone who loves me hurt me like that? I don’t understand. I only know I can’t bear to see you hurt.”
Vesper deepened the kiss, breathing heavily between them.
“I feel the same.”
The kiss lasted a long time, and when it ended, Elvira was breathless, limp in his arms, unable to stand.
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Chapter 20
After tidying up the bar, they closed early and returned home.
However, in the flower–filled courtyard, a man with regal bearing stood with a cold expression, awkwardly holding a wailing child.
The child was exquisitely cute but cried incessantly.
Seeing Alistair, Elvira felt a chill from head to toe, her face turning pale as she trembled uncontrollably.
How could he be here? And holding her son!
Panic surged within her, and she wanted nothing more than to grab her son and flee.
“Elva, are you alright?” Vesper asked calmly, steadying her and leading her into the courtyard.
“Sir, could you please put down my child? He’s crying intensely and doesn’t like being held by strangers.”
Elvira forced herself to steady her racing heart and spoke in a different voice.
“Yes, Julius is wary of strangers. If he keeps crying like this, he’ll damage his voice. Please return the child to us.”
“Wary of strangers?” Alistair sneered, his inner fury barely contained, though his face remained calm, like a storm brewing.
“I’m half his father. Why would he be wary of me? Isn’t that right, Elvira?”
“Sir, what nonsense are you speaking? I have only one husband, and I’m not Elvira. You’ve mistaken me for someone else.“.
Elvira maintained a stern expression, adamantly denying his claims.
Vesper, unwilling to argue further, stepped forward to take the child.
“Julius doesn’t like you. Don’t touch him again.”
With that, he struck Alistair’s chest and securely held the child.
Julius, recognizing his father, immediately stopped crying, nestling quietly in his arms.
Alistair wiped the blood from his lips, nearly driven mad by the scene.
“Elvira, your son truly takes after you. Do you both despise me that much? Did you not see any of the kindness I showed you before? It’s one thing to abandon me, but why have a child with another man?”
“Did you forget what I once said? You are mine! No matter where you flee, I’ll bring you back!”
“Even if you’ve had a child with another man, I don’t care. I only want you to come with me! I can explain everything from before. I can treat your son as my own, name him as my heir, and give you whatever you desire–wealth, power, or a simple, happy life.”
Alistair, eyes red, gripped Elvira’s wrist tightly.
The moment their skin touched, his heart leapt with wild excitement.
His body recognized her before his eyes even could–every curve, every scar, every whisper of her breath from those five years of tangled sheets and fevered nights.
But as he moved to pul! Elvira close, she wrenched free with startling strength. She dodged his embrace, then slapped him hard across the face.
“Alistair, you lunatic–snap out of it! I’m not Isabeau. If you want to lose your mind, go find her! She’s the one you actually loved!”
A dangerous grin curled his lips.” Elvira… is that jealousy? I don’t give a damn about Isabeau anymore. Had her executed for you–or didn’t Vesper mention that?” He paid no attention to the bright red palm prints on his face at all. Instead, he frantically nudged his cheek with the tip of his tongue.
“Truth is, I fell out of love with her ages ago. Too blind to see what was right in front of me… until I lost you. Hit me, punish me, curse me–I don’t care. Just come home.”
“Three years searching for you… I’ve been mad for ages. You drove me to it. And I’ve regretted everything–the moment you entered that palace, I should’ve kept you shackled to my side instead of playing those damned games…”
Chhatar 20
