For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 71
Theodora’s voice, filled with white-hot fury, shouted at Cassius before she shoved him away. But even she seemed to struggle, her hands trembling with the effort.
“If you don’t like the contract, you can always tell me, Cassius Sabnac.”
“Ugh…”
“Then I’ll just put you back where you came from.”
“…”
Cassius, frustrated by his lack of freedom, bit his lip so hard it hurt, but there was nothing he could do. After a short pause, the boy, now resigned to his fate, muttered back at Theodora, his voice still bitter.
“But why are you so sure that your daughter won’t meet a man until she’s twenty-four?”
“…”
“She could end up with someone else before that, you know.”
“I don’t think that will happen.”
Theodora turned away from Cassius and walked ahead.
He quickly followed her, pestering her with more questions. He was so calm that he showed no sign of not believing that the entire family had perished. Either he didn’t believe it, or he had never treated them like family in the first place.
“Why? Is she too ugly? Does she not look like the type a man would fall for?”
“My daughter is my greatest masterpiece. So don’t speak nonsense.”
Theodora, momentarily forgetting that he was just a young boy, snapped back sharply. But Cassius, determined and persistent, kept going.
“Then why are you doing all of this?”
“…Because if I leave things as they are, she might never care about anyone.”
“So why, then?”
“…”
Theodora remained silent for a long time, refusing to answer the boy’s interrogation. She only spoke again when the exit of the long cave came into view.
The words were soft, almost like a whisper, but Cassius, and through him, Eugenie, could hear them clearly.
“It’s probably because of me.”
At those words, Cassius tilted his head and frowned.
“Old lady, what’s your deal?”
“I’m just a normal wife.”
“No one would call a woman who comes into a place piled high with skeletons and saves a child ‘normal.’”
By now, Cassius and Theodora had come to a stop.
“Old lady, are you a witch too?”
Theodora looked back at the brazen boy, her amber eyes gleaming in the darkness with an unreadable expression.
“Actually, I…”
* * *
The short drama ended as abruptly as it began.
Eugenie’s mind plummeted back into the brightly lit hotel bedroom, jarring against the lamp’s sudden illumination after being immersed in darkness. She gasped like a fish flung onto land.
“Haah…!”
“Get a hold of yourself, my lady.”
Cassius murmured, his hand gently stroking her face. Compared to the boy she had seen in the memory, his hand was now larger and warmer. The comfort of his touch helped her regain her composure, but there was no time to address what she had just seen.
“Wait, stop—ahh!”
Cassius was still deeply buried inside Eugenie. Even with shallow thrusts, the sensation was overwhelming for Eugenie, who had just returned from witnessing another world. The sticky sound of their slick skin meeting reverberated, sending waves of heat through her nerves.
“It seems like you’re starting to awaken.”
“Ahh… ahh…!”
“You’re even seeing my memories while doing this with me.”
Had she truly seen someone else’s memories?
‘What did the letter say again?’
[I’ll show you directly, Eugenie.]
Could this be what it meant?
Her teary eyes blinked rapidly as her breath came in frantic gasps.
“Wait—you and my mother, in a cave—what…?”
“Oh, so you saw that memory.”
Cassius replied, his amber eyes twinkling with a pleasure-filled glint.
The binding ‘condition’ to protect his ‘secret’ had been lifted.
“How was your mother, whom you haven’t seen for a long time, Lady?”
“Stop, wait—ahh, no—ugh!”
“Saving the sole survivor of the last dark magic family… all for you.”
Cassius chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead even as his movements grew more frenzied. His lips curved in a smile, but the heat building between them was making his movements frenzied.
Eugenie bit down hard on her lip to keep from losing herself entirely.
Damn Cassius and his ridiculous potion—her mouth was filled with the tart sweetness of the flavor it had triggered, and saliva pooled uncontrollably.
Every fiber of her being wanted to surrender to the shattering o****m coursing through her. She wanted to beg, to ask for more.
