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Ariel The Lustful Saintess - Chapter 16
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Ariel instinctively covered her chest at the sudden sound of the swinging door hinges.
“Who… who is…”
Only two people came to her bedroom at this late hour. Ariel, who was about to cry out, belatedly realized this fact and shut her mouth.
A streak of faint moonlight crept through the window revealing the intruder’s face, albeit vaguely. A big man with brown hair. It was Carlos.
“Lord… Carlos” Ariel, who confirmed the familiarity of the intruder’s face, sighed weakly.
Carlos frowned as he entered the pitch-black room. The cold air bit in the dark room without even the smallest ember of light to sprout warmth.
“Are you taking a bath without lights?”
“I didn’t expect you today, though…”
She thought she would be free from Leandro for at least three days, excluding today, however, Carlos’ unexpected visit was somewhat reassuring, perhaps because he was alone. She was worried that the servants, who could not fully vent their anger earlier, might return to finish off what they started in her quarters.
“However, His Majesty…”
“His Majesty is not coming.”
Carlos strode toward the bathtub. If she couldn’t turn on the lamps because she had no oil, then she should have said so. Carlos was about on the verge of turmoil at the sight of her washing her body with glacial water in a place where nothing could be seen were it not for the faint moonshine permeating.
“Then why…”
“What is this? Bloodstains…?”
She was so busy concealing the front side of her body that she didn’t think about covering up the wound. Ariel belatedly raised her hand and wrapped it around her injured shoulder.
“Remove your hand.”
“…It’s nothing.”
Carlos, who was standing at the foot of the bathtub, roughly grabbed Ariel’s hand and tore it off. Blood was flowing from the long slice on her shoulder.
“How did you get hurt?”
Carlos, whom she had seen over the course of a few days, was such an expressionless man that she couldn’t at all guess his thoughts. But now that he found Ariel’s wound, he was frowning and his eyes constricting. If she didn’t know what kind of man he was, she might have mistaken him to be worried about her injury.
“That’s…”
Would it be better to be honest or to tell a lie? Ariel’s lips quivered, unable to whip up words promptly. She found it difficult to gauge which option would be most useful to her. Should she say that the servants, who were jealous of her being taken in by the emperor, did this to inflict a terrible scar upon her face?
Thinking, Ariel swept her tongue over her lower lip without realizing it. It was a very trivial and careless act, but it was enough to provoke Carlos.
Carlos who was staring at her lips as if he were bewitched, frowned and painfully redirected his eyes elsewhere.
“Speak freely. Where did the wound come from?”
“It’s nothing. I accidentally scratched myself with a tree trunk while I was cleaning.”
“Do you think I’m stupid? It’s not a scratch from ad*mn tree. It’s a stabbing wound.” Carlos snatched Ariel’s arm. Her forearms instantly turned into gooseflesh all over. “…Are you cold?”
She was naturally cold because she sat stark ***** in the freezing water to the point that her lips were turning blue. Ariel nodded.
What was precious to the emperor was also dear to Carlos. Carlos had never seen Leandro obsess over women. That’s why Ariel, who doesn’t know what she meant to the emperor and doesn’t take care of herself, frustrated him to no end.
“Are you out of your mind, soaking yourself in this cold water right after receiving such a wound?”
Carlos pulled Ariel’s arm roughly.
“Ah…”
“Get up and come out.”
The cloth hung on the side of the bathtub was snatched and placed around Ariel’s shivering back.
If Ariel were slighted, Leandro would hold Carlos responsible for it. And if he were to see a scar on her body… he didn’t want to think about it.
Carlos lifted her chin with the other hand that did not hold Ariel’s arm.
“Who hurt you?”
Their eyes met, separated only by a few inches.
His pupils dilated noticeably as he got used to the darkness. She felt as if her breath could touch Carlos’ face if she blew it strongly, so Ariel heaved her chest and breathed shallowly.
“…”
Silence hung heavy in the compact mass of air between the two. Staring silently into Ariel’s deep eyes, Carlos lowered his gaze first. He felt something uncomfortable rise in his chest as he was making eye contact with her so close, her nose almost touching his. Something different from when he groped her without any feelings at Leandro’s prompting.
Water dripping from Ariel’s head gathered in the middle of her chest, sliding down her collarbone.
Carlos’s eyes, which were unwittingly tracing down the water drops’ path, eventually landed on Ariel’s white br**sts. The appealing br**sts were branded by Leandro everywhere until they swelled. He was looking at her ***** chest. Without doing anything, Ariel waited quietly for Carlos’ next move.
Exposure to the cold air had made her nipples stand upright in salute. The sharp red nipples, like ripe cherries, were appetizing.
His manly grip on Ariel’s arm, sent slight tremors shooting upwards throughout her whole body. His personal desire, previously suppressed by his loyalty, gradually began to sprout bigger seeds from within him.