CL Chapter 28

Charlotte trembled violently, her body involuntarily clenching and relaxing around Leo. It wasn’t something she was doing on purpose. Her muscles contracted and released as if her body wasn’t even hers.

 

“It seems I hit a good spot rather than a strange one.”

 

Sensing Charlotte had already reached climax alone, Leo smirked as if he’d deliberately provoked her with his movements.

 

He then repositioned her legs in his arms, securing them in a new arrangement. His actions took an entirely different course from before.

 

The thrusting speed, penetration depth, and the way he spread her open,all changed simultaneously.

 

Charlotte’s already chaotic insides couldn’t adapt to the sudden shift in stimulation, causing her to tense up in discomfort.

 

Leo restrained Charlotte with his arm, who was writhing in the air,her back arched, hips grinding, thighs clenching in a frenzy.

 

Her body, now stripped of freedom, could only flail as Leo moved. She resembled a doll designed solely to accommodate him.

 

Unaware that this was precisely what Charlotte desired, Leo forced her mouth open with all his might, ensuring she couldn’t avoid the impending penetration.

 

“I’ll bury myself in the deepest recesses of your body.”

 

“Ah!”

 

“Swallow it down. You need to pay the bride price, after all.”

 

“Haaah, ngh!”

 

“Make that belly of yours swell with my seed.”

 

With a final growl, Leo thrust his erect cock into Charlotte’s depths with a wet slap. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing inside her, the rhythmic throbbing clear as he filled her deepest recesses.

 

“Hnnngh…”

 

Though not averse to leaving traces, Charlotte’s involuntary shudders betrayed her inexperience with receiving semen.

 

“Haaah.”

 

Leo exhaled lazily, releasing Charlotte’s legs as he withdrew.

 

The moment his member slipped free, white fluid began seeping from her still parted folds.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Leo reached out to examine it first. After confirming the backflow, he gathered the semen with his fingertips and inserted it back into her. Now that the passage could easily accommodate a finger, he spread it thickly inside.

 

Though he must have known it was pointless, his actions seemed solely aimed at tormenting Charlotte for defying his earlier command.

 

This suspicion was confirmed by Leo’s next move. He grasped her slender calf, pulling Charlotte closer than her original position, and aligned himself with her lower body again.

 

‘..I’ll pound you so hard you won’t be able to walk.’

 

Leo kept his promise to Charlotte strictly.

 

 

⚜︎ ⚜︎ ⚜︎

 

 

 

The next day, Leo summoned Mona to his office. A private audience.

 

Given that Mona had taken charge of Leo’s daily life ever since he lost his sight, it wasn’t unusual for them to be in the same space together.

 

However, this moment felt different.

 

It wasn’t the time for tea. Nor was it mealtime.

 

The sun hung high in the sky, making it clear that it wasn’t time to check his bedding either.

 

And above all, there was an unmistakable tension in the air.

 

That alone was enough to prove why Mona stood before his desk,this was about the previous day’s disturbance.

 

She had known this would happen. Yet Mona did not lower her head. She had already made up her mind before running to Charlotte.

 

Though Charlotte’s reaction had been unexpected, Mona did not regret her actions.

 

If the king were to send Leo another letter filled with the same nonsense, she would do the exact same thing again.

 

If that meant facing consequences, so be it. Whether it led to reprimand or severe punishment, none of it mattered.

 

As Mona steeled herself once more, Leo, without any unnecessary preamble, went straight to the point.

 

“I plan to use part of my personal wealth as Princess’s dowry.”

 

“……”

 

“I’ve already informed Ferndel and Eric. Just so you know.”

 

“That…”

 

Mona opened her mouth but found no words to utter.

 

What…?

 

She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

 

What… is he saying…?

 

Her face contorted as though it were crumbling. She couldn’t even compose her expression as she stared at Leo.

 

Leo, whose keen senses rarely missed anything, surely noticed her reaction.

 

And yet, after throwing that boulder into the water, he simply let the ripples spread without another word.

 

The ticking of the clock on the wall filled the silence for what felt like ages before Mona finally understood.

 

This wasn’t a discussion.

 

It was a decision. A statement. Not an invitation for opinion, nor an opening for further dialogue.

 

“Why…?”

 

She forced her lips open as though cutting through flesh.

 

“Why must you do this for her?”

 

The pain in her voice was raw.

 

“Why is it always you? Why must it always be you who sacrifices for her?”

 

Charlotte was the one who had cast him aside, calculating her own gains and losses without a second thought for Leo’s fate.

 

She had shattered everything they had built,the time they spent together, the memories they shared, the emotions those memories held.

 

And yet, for her… Why? To what extent…?

 

“I refuse.”

 

Mona shook her head like a stubborn child refusing an unbearable truth.

 

“I can barely tolerate the fact that she is still in Rosa. The thought of her becoming your wife is already enough to drive me mad. I’m barely holding myself together as it is, and now you’re going to give her your wealth too? No. Absolutely not.”

 

Leo’s personal fortune was mostly the spoils of war. The price of his life, earned in battles that could have claimed it.

 

And now, he wanted to hand that precious wealth to Charlotte?

 

The sheer audacity of it filled Mona with a venomous resolve.

 

If she didn’t harden her heart, if she didn’t take a stand, she feared that one day, Leo might even offer Charlotte his very life.

 

Beggar.

 

Shameless wretch.

 

The insults she had held back the previous day surged to her mind.

 

Courtesan.

 

Witch.

 

Perhaps even her gasping breaths had been nothing more than a spell meant to enchant.

 

And Mona had momentarily fallen under that spell.

 

“Enough, Mona.”

 

Leo’s voice cut through her thoughts.

 

“I won’t entertain any objections on this matter. You will follow my decision.”

 

The sheer finality in his words made Mona tremble.

 

She suddenly recalled the time Leo had eaten poisoned food, and the memory sent a fresh wave of anguish through her.

 

A sob escaped her lips before she could stop it.

 

At the sound, Leo rose from his seat.

 

He traced the edge of his desk with his fingertips before stepping forward, closing the distance between them.

 

It was a gesture of comfort.

 

Swallowing down her emotions, Mona shifted slightly to the side, determined to meet his gaze.

 

“I know what you’re thinking, But that’s not the reason.”

 

“This isn’t about any lingering attachment to her.”

 

His voice was calm.

 

“At the very least, she will be precious to my child. That’s why I’m doing this.”

 

So, persuasively.

 

Leo continued with an explanation that anyone would find reasonable.

 

If it were revealed that Charlotte had become the mistress of the Carthenon duchy’s with nothing to her name, most people would react just as Mona had.

 

The titles that would follow Charlotte thereafter would undoubtedly be even more degrading than the one Mona had given her. Beast, vermin, or filth,countless slurs would replace her name.

 

Leo claimed that if Charlotte were merely his wife, he could stand by and endure the scorn directed at her.

 

But Charlotte was the future mother of his child. And Leo had no intention of letting his child grow up witnessing their mother being ridiculed and condemned.

 

“That’s all.”

 

Had she not been the nanny who had cared for Leo all his life, she might have been deceived by his detached demeanor.

 

“Yes.”

 

Did Leo truly believe he understood her thoughts?

 

“I see.”

 

Impossible. If there was anyone who truly understood Leo,even better than he understood himself, it was Mona.

 

In the end, Leo was admitting that he simply wanted to help Charlotte. Hiding behind the excuse of a child who didn’t even exist.