For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 60
It was hard for Eugenie not to feel a self-reproach as she spilled water like an animal on an altar usually reserved for prayer services by the priests.
“Ah… ah…!”
But that self-reproach quickly dissolved in the wave of tingling pleasure that traveled to her very fingertips and toes. Each time a light stream of water left her quivering body to splash on the floor, Carter thrust into her, with a relentless pace, and his hips slapping sharply against her.
“Ah! Yes…!”
“Eugenie, look at me.”
Carter’s hand turned her face toward him, his icy blue gaze meeting hers. For a moment, Eugenie’s clammy head thought back to the past.
‘Would you go out with me? I’ll do my best to make it fun for you.’
What if she had just said yes back then? Perhaps they would have dated through school, only to break things off due to family issues, as other students did. Or maybe they would have simply grown closer, eventually leading to marriage.
If that had happened, Carter might have been her only husband, just like other women. He must have realized this as well; his expression, framed by his light lashes, held a hint of regret.
“Kiss me, Eugenie.”
“Huh….ah.”
As their lips met, her sense of guilt stirred, though she kept quiet. She didn’t want her unspoken feelings to disrupt the delicate balance between them.
As their kiss deepened, the veil slipped from her hair, landing in a wet pile on the floor but still glowing faintly.
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“Hah… Hah…”
The sun was beginning to set as a man with ash-colored hair hurried down the temple corridor.
This was Wallace Wellington, the Baron’s son and an novice priest who had repeatedly tried to push open the door to the prayer room several time.
He was older than Eugenie and Carter but failed the clerical exams and barely made it as a novice this year. Usually tasked with endless errands for the senior clerics and constantly looking morose, today he had a broad grin.
‘Carter Livingston, caught red-handed in such a debauched act!’
Even if they had kept the sound earlier, how could he not have noticed what was going on inside. He could hardly believe that a man with such a devout image would reveal his true colors by marrying a notorious femme fatale.
‘How could he believe he could hold onto a cleric position forever through inheritance alone?’
Biting his lip, Wallace simmered with resentment. He conveniently ignored his own low academic standing and his family’s financial sacrifices to support his endless attempts at the exams.
All he could think about was exposing Carter and the femme fatale to disgrace and filling his empty wallet.
‘I’ll contact Agatha Norton right away. Then, leak it to the papers—’
He’d managed to record a snippet, so the press would surely run with it. After all, ‘Eugenie Norton and Her Five Husbands’ was a scandalous topic all over the capital.
Just as he was about to enter the room with the telegraph machine, a smooth voice called out, stopping him in his tracks.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry, Wallace?”
“Priest, Priest Livingston!”
“Not preparing the prayer room at this hour?”
Wallace stiffened at the sight of the man calling him.
Carter Livingston’s appearance was as neat as ever, save for a vivid bruise at his collar.
The purple mark on his neck was hard to miss… almost like he wore it as a badge. Just the thought of what might have happened inside that room left Wallace’s face flushed.
No matter how much he tried to silence her, he couldn’t imagine how the man had moved so hard to make the woman moan like that….
‘Her body is no joke.’
He recalled spotting Eugenie earlier in a modest dress that seemed to contradict her notorious reputation. But the curves of her figure had made Wallace stood up.
‘No wonder she has five husbands.’
Just then, Carter reached out his hand, startling Wallace.
“H-huh?”
“What’s wrong, Wallace?”
Carter’s face held an innocent smile, but his eyes were anything but. In his hand was a small prayer bell.
“I believe you left a sacred item in the prayer room, didn’t you?”
“Yes… Yes, thank you.”
“Isn’t it lovely?”
“Uh… sorry?”
“I was referring to my bride’s voice.”
Carter’s gaze softened as he looked down at Wallace, though there was no warmth in his smile.
“So, how much did you hear?”
“W-what do you mean—?”
“It will determine how many new earholes you might need, Wallace.”
