Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 34

Celian lowered her eyes.

“It’s fine.”

“From now on, try not to be seen by Ophelia. It’s best to use Percy as an excuse. If necessary, go out with Percy.”

Her thought that he must have been annoyed by her appearance in front of his fiancée was retracted at his next words.

“The Montes blood doesn’t change. They’re vicious. Nothing good will come from being noticed by that woman.”

“……”

This made it clear. The reason why Izer had exaggerated about her being cold-hearted in front of Ophelia.

The two of them were now recalling the same incident.

Celian raised her eyes. The alcohol-fueled emotion made her speak without filtering through her brain.

“Isn’t that what you want, young duke? For Ophelia… Miss Ophelia to hate me.”

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. This was a principle that had been followed for over a thousand years and was the most certain retribution that no one complained about.

Even if she was forcibly violated by Izer every night, it wouldn’t resolve the greatest grudge he held in his heart.

Celian rambled on mindlessly. Izer’s expression was not visible.

“But unfortunately, I’m already sufficiently unhappy. I don’t know how much more broken I can become even if Miss Ophelia hates me.”

Izer had been happy until he became entangled with her. That was the difference between the past Izer and the current Celian. He had been happy, so he couldn’t handle the sudden misfortune that befell him one day, but for Celian, who was already at rock bottom, it was difficult to be as shocked as Izer had been then by having one more spoonful of misfortune added.

At worst, there would just be more incidents similar to that time… To shake off the unforgettable memory, she muttered absent-mindedly.

“Of course, death would be a different matter.”

There was a thud. The water glass fell to the floor and shattered, and the chair toppled over.

The woman, dragged by the man’s strong force, arrived at the all too predictable destination — the bed. Knowing she couldn’t escape but still twisting her body to try to break free from the grip on her wrist, Celian met his eyes.

Even when she hurls aggressive words at him, this man doesn’t push her away but tries to possess her more. It meant that Izer had no intention of letting her go easily, and that Harris’s plan was being carried out step by step…

“Aah!”

Celian screamed at the feeling of being bitten so hard it felt like she might bleed. It was a scream loud enough to startle a maid passing by the door.

Izer vented his anger in a low voice.

“Don’t say such unlucky things. Who’s dying? Even I, who ended up like this, am still alive…!”

Ah, so that was the reason for his excitement. While she was thinking, a large hand gripped her neck. Celian’s face turned pale blue.

“Kuk, kuuk…!”

She couldn’t breathe. Her head felt dizzy. The abnormally racing pulse at her temples was a demand for oxygen that wasn’t being supplied.

The man continued speaking while gripping her neck. His red eyes, drunk with alcohol, were fierce.

“You can’t die. Celian Berienne.”

His father had died before him and his mother…. his mother sensed that she wouldn’t live long. After his mother passes away, this woman would be the only one left in the world who remembered Izer Ren.

For that reason alone, Celian Berienne had to live. She was in no position to carelessly mention death.

“You can only die when I allow it.”

Celian raised her blurring gaze to meet the red pair of eyes. She saw what was inside the man who was choking her while claiming her life was his.

It was a desire for life. A strong passion that he couldn’t give up on anything until he achieved what he wanted. It seems the word ‘death’ that she had casually mentioned was too provocative for such a man.

In her fading consciousness, Celian blinked her dazed eyes. It was fortunate. That Izer Chesterfield, no, Izer Ren wanted to live. Even if she ran away and his world was plunged into a swamp once again — with such a strong desire, he would somehow survive.

The hand choking her neck loosened its grip.

“Huk!”

As her vision returned, a violent cough erupted from her lungs. The eyes watching the woman who was struggling to sit up, panting and wheezing, were bloodshot.

“Death is not the solution. Remember that.”

That was also a statement Izer was saying to himself. It was what Izer had repeated to himself every time he saw his hypocritical adoptive father’s face, every time he felt nauseous from the perfume Ophelia used to mask the smell of alcohol, every time he met the innocent eyes of his sister who knew nothing, and every time he couldn’t ignore Renée patting his arm reassuringly.

Even after being released from Izer’s hand, Celian’s coughing continued for quite a while.

It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sound, but since Izer himself acknowledged that he had acted violently, he patiently waited for Celian’s breathing to stabilize.

The words Celian finally uttered after catching her breath were unexpected.

“……I’m sorry about that incident.”

He didn’t expect her to mention ‘that incident’. Izer’s eyebrow twitched. Celian wiped away her tears.

Reflecting on how she ended up being choked by the man she once loved, she realized that the cause of his ferocity was Ophelia. The name Ophelia Montes had brought the barn from six years ago to the second floor of the duke’s mansion.

Izer remained silent. Celian stammered out her words. Having decided to apologize, she was determined to do it properly.

“William……”

Her sitting body was pulled down. The dress she was wearing rolled up to her stomach. Before she could adjust to the cold air on her thighs, a hot tongue parted her lips and entered.

“Hup…!”

Their teeth clacked together loudly. Celian tried to push his head away with her hands, but the difference in strength was too enormous.

Izer was in a hurry now. He had no time to fully undress her or leisurely order her to do it herself.

William Winston’s laughter choked his throat. His hands, busy pulling down her underwear, felt like they weren’t functioning properly. He felt he would be immediately consumed by visions of the past if he didn’t focus on the intuitive and realistic physical sensations.

His throbbing c**k was forcefully thrust between the woman’s forcibly spread thighs.

“Ah!”

Small hands gripped his shoulders. Swallowing her scream directly into his mouth, Izer began to move his hips mercilessly.

“Hng, ugh!”

The unprepared female body squeezed his p*nis as if it would burst. As if in revenge, the man grabbed and shook her chest.

The heat enveloping his flesh was scorching. The spark that started at the core raced through his blood vessels to his brain, making him feel like all his nerves would burn to ashes. The moisture provided by the juices flowing from her previously dry inner walls meant that she was also responding to him.

His kissing mouth widened with joy. A low laugh mixed with the panting breath deep in his throat.

This was his reality. A drumming sound echoed near his heart. The hot body temperature created by the heat radiating from his lungs and the sweat trying to cool it down wrestled with each other.

What was happening under his palm was similar to what he felt directly. The woman’s heart racing madly, her body temperature hot enough to burn, and the beads of sweat streaming down.

It was real, not a fantasy.

Izer only let out a deep breath after ej*culating once. Of course, while he breathed, he made no mention of pulling out.

When he separated their lips and looked down, he saw the woman’s face flushed bright red. Finding it strange, he lowered his head and realized his hand was gripping her neck again.

As soon as he became aware, two reactions occurred simultaneously in his body. First, he removed his hand in surprise, and second, his embedded c**k swelled in size.

Naturally, Celian’s face was covered in tears.

No matter how much she pinched and scratched at Izer’s hands, he didn’t remove them from her neck. The grip, on a different level from before, pressed on her neck bones as if it would break them, making her think she might really die.

A sobbing sound escaped through her lips.

“Hng…”

But her tears only served to stimulate rather than evoke sympathy. Her hands pounding on his shoulders were interlocked, and her legs, which had finally prepared to kick him away, were pinned down, spread open and unable to move.

The night continued until she collapsed limply on top of the man, unaware of any shame.

And after that day, Izer Chesterfield didn’t seek out Celian Berienne for a long time.