Chapter 152 Low to the Dust
Amara spun around, flashing a quick smile. "Alright, I'll leave Leopold to you. I'm beat and heading to bed."
With that, she gracefully exited the kitchen.
Mira was left scratching her head.
What just happened? Wasn't Amara always the one fighting to bring the hangover soup? Why the sudden change?
Mira poured half the hangover soup into a bowl, set it on a tray, and headed to the master bedroom.
Leopold hadn't had much to drink tonight, but he skipped dinner, and his stomach was starting to complain.
When Mira brought the hot soup, he didn't argue and downed it in one go.
Mira left the room with the empty bowl and tray, closing the door softly behind her.
Leopold lay on the bed, eyes shut, waiting for his stomach to settle.
He had no idea how much time had passed, but his stomach felt better, though his body was heating up.
Just as he was about to get up and adjust the air conditioning, the master bedroom door swung open.
Amara, barefoot, walked to the bedside, smiling at the already tipsy Leopold.
Leopold looked flushed, with two buttons of his shirt undone and a faint blush on his cheeks.
His muscular arm hung over the edge of the bed, his hand strong and well-defined. In his dark shirt, he looked cold and intimidating.
Amara remembered their first time together.
Leopold was drunk then too, calling out Camilla's name the whole time.
Her eyes lingered on his slightly open shirt, especially his prominent Adam's apple, and she felt a stir in her heart, moving closer.
Her fingers lightly traced circles on his chest, slowly moving downward.
Suddenly, Leopold shifted, turning away from her.
Amara jumped back, cold sweat breaking out on her back.
She glanced down at her nightgown, remembering it was Camilla's clothes that had caught Leopold's eye. Her eyes narrowed, and she walked to the wardrobe.
This time, she picked a lace nightgown, conservative in the front but with a large open back. It made it easy for Leopold's hand to slip in.
She muttered under her breath, "Slut!"
Amara thought, 'Camilla's no better than me. She just uses her body to keep a man too.'
Camilla had spent six years getting into Leopold's heart, and even after breaking up, he couldn't forget her. Amara could do it too!
No, not just six years. She wanted to be Leopold's wife for life.
Thinking of this, Amara's eyes lit up with excitement. She pressed herself against Leopold from behind and began to seduce him.
But in the next second, Leopold, who was supposed to be passed out drunk, suddenly opened his eyes and yanked Amara's hands away.
With a scream, Amara was thrown off the bed.
Leopold stood over her, expressionless. "Thinking about sex while pregnant, you really are despicable."
He looked away, as if even one more glance at her would dirty his eyes.
Then his gaze shifted back to Amara.
More precisely, to the nightgown she was wearing.
That was Camilla's clothing.
His eyes sharpened. "The first time we had sex, were you also wearing Camilla's nightgown?"
Amara sat on the floor, eyes wide, completely stunned.
"Answer me!" Leopold stepped forward, gripping her cheeks harder.
"It hurts!" Amara's eyes welled up, tears streaming down.
Leopold wasn't buying it. His grip left red marks on her cheeks. "Answer me, was it or not?"
Amara shook her head. "No, I didn't, Leopold, you're hurting me!"
Leopold tugged at her nightgown, a sneer on his face. "Then explain this. If you hadn't done it before, how could you be so good at it?"
He had always felt something was off. The night before, he had been with Camilla, so how did it become Amara the next morning?
He had thought he was just drunk and confused, never considering he had been set up!
Thinking of this, Leopold was filled with rage.
"You're testing my patience!" He yanked Amara up from the floor. "Get out of here! Get out of this house!"
Overcome with anger, Leopold felt even hotter.
His whole body seemed to be on fire. He swayed slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing uncomfortably.
Something was wrong!
Leopold's expression turned grim. His reaction felt more like he had been drugged. "You drugged me?"
Amara's eyes darted around, guilt all over her face.
"Damn it! How dare you!" Leopold panted heavily, the fire inside him burning hotter, his eyes growing redder.
Amara swallowed, trying to suppress her fear, and got up from the floor, tears streaming down her face as she walked towards him. "Leopold, I know you must be feeling uncomfortable right now!"
Leopold glared at her coldly.
Amara bit her lip. "I can help you, really."
As she spoke, she began to take off her nightgown. "You know, I love you, love you so much that I'm willing to do anything. Even if you treat me as a substitute for another woman, even if you call out Camilla's name while lying on my chest, I don't mind."
Speaking emotionally, Amara might have even moved herself. "Leopold, let me help you, okay? You need me now, you need a woman. What Camilla can't do, I can. What she won't do, I will."
She lowered herself to the dust.
But unfortunately, flowers didn't bloom in the dust; the only outcome was being trampled.
Leopold laughed. "You, a substitute for Camilla? Do you even deserve it? You are nothing compared to her. You don't even have a single similarity. You drugged me, and now you say you want to help me? Amara, you are shameless. You are beyond despicable!"
Leopold's words grew harsher, but Amara seemed not to hear them, a hint of seduction on her tear-streaked face.
Her smooth body pressed against Leopold's chest, she stood on tiptoe, her lips moving to his ear. "I know you're feeling terrible right now, but it's okay, I'll help you, just like the first time."
The woman's fragrance was like a sweet spring, successfully suppressing the heat inside him.
It made him unconsciously want more.
Amara saw the gradually lost look in Leopold's eyes and couldn't help but smile.
If she had known it would be this easy, she would have drugged him sooner. Waiting until today to take this step, she felt she had been too conservative.
"Leopold, look at me." Amara turned his head towards her.
Their eyes met, and Leopold's eyes were full of her.
Amara kissed him.
Just as their breaths were about to intertwine, Leopold suddenly pushed her away.
His dazed eyes became incredibly clear.
There was no sign of being controlled by the drug at all.
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