Chapter 225 The Night of Engagement
Bob crushed his cigarette with force, but his expression remained calm. He didn't ask anymore question, and his brows furrowed slightly. "The help you need won't be a problem."
Lawrence R didn’t say much either and stood up, bowing. “Thank you, please rest.”
As he left, he exuded a cold aura. Bob frowned slightly and continued to watch his figure. The adjacent door opened, and Mr. Ordelia and Mrs. Ordelia walked in, accompanied by Darcy, their faces filled with joy.
"Greetings, Bob," Darcy said politely and cautiously.
"You'll change your address sooner or later, silly child," Mr. Ordelia chuckled deeply, walking towards the man, and lowering his voice. "Are you happy to see Lawrence? In fact, Lawrence has fallen out with Blake Rodriguez, and the timing is about right. Maybe you can..."
Bob's gaze dimmed, feeling a bit uneasy despite his influential position. He sighed, "This child had a difficult time with his mother, when he was young, and I never helped. He has a very cold and proud temperament. It's not a good time now, and he wouldn't accept it."
Mr. Ordelia sat near him and spoke carefully, "It's not your fault. You didn't know back then."
"Let's consider it for the long term. He has not grown up to be bad." Bob showed an appreciative gaze, keeping it discreet. "Mr. Ordelia, thank you for inviting me."
"As it is your nephew getting engaged, it is only appropriate to invite you." Mr. Ordelia respectfully saw him off.
In the lounge, Mrs. Ordelia couldn't hide her excitement. "Bob has been in the army for a long time. It's rare to see such an important person. But it's all thanks to our Darcy's capability. She firmly holds Lawrence's heart. He has unlimited potential in the future.”
“Congratulations to your daughter for overcoming obstacles and driving away Winnie, that little wench. Today, she becomes the soon-to-be Mrs. Rodriguez!"
"Thank you, Father and Mother, for allowing me to get engaged so quickly to Mr. L. He has helped me numerous times dealing with that wench. Tonight, I will become Mr. L's woman. There is no possibility for Winnie to come back. Let's find a way; to rid ourselves of her... long term!"
Mrs. Ordelia narrowed her eyes. "It's past the point of no return. Dealing with her should be easy, just make sure to clean up well! The Ordelia family and the Granger family's affairs should never see the light of day. So, the Granger family must not leave any witnesses. Her uncle in prison should be silenced at the right moment."
Mr. Ordelia nodded heavily. "I leave everything to you, Darcy. Tonight, we must secure Lawrence to avoid any complications." Darcy blushed coyly and nodded.
At the wedding banquet, Benjamin noticed that Mr. L had had too much to drink. No one was responsible for the excessive drinking; only himself. Everyone could see that he was absent-minded and not happy during his wedding, and his brow was furrowed with heavy thoughts.
His coldness made people afraid to ask.
"Mr. L~" Darcy, charming like a butterfly, embraced him gracefully. The media tirelessly snapped pictures.
Lawrence R forced a smile and affectionately embraced her, saying to his brothers, "The celebration is over. Darcy isn't feeling well, so I'll take her home first."
Benjamin and Jeremy, unlike previous weddings, only nodded their heads while, Lawrence R and Darcy left in a car.
At Jasmine Manor, two maids attended Darcy, and she entered the bathroom, dragging her long dress train. In the quiet night, Lawrence R sat tall on the sofa, his incredibly handsome face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.
His eyes were deep and mysterious against the glass, cold and indifferent. A cigarette was between his fingers, one after another, he pressed his temples. An hour later, Darcy emerged, but the maids in the villa's living room were gone.
The alluring woman walked towards him with a soft smile. She wore a black translucent gown with a high slit, revealing her fair upper body. Her long hair dripped with glistening water droplets, and her misty eyes were bewitching, creating an irresistibly seductive look.
Darcy gently leaned on the man's long legs, resembling a mermaid, and coyly raised her head. "Mr. L, it's getting late."
He gazed at her, and as long as he looked down, her flaws were prominent. But it was difficult for any impulse to arise in his eyes; they were as deep as the sea, calm and serene. Suddenly, he shifted his gaze and gently said, “Darcy, there's ginger syrup on the table. You're dressed lightly, have some to warm yourself up.”
Feeling his concern and care, Darcy couldn't help but show a pleased expression. She hastily picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. A drop intentionally escaped from the corner of her mouth, meandering down her chin and settling in the hollow of her collarbone.
Following the man's long legs, Darcy crawled up and knelt on the couch, blushing, her heart pounding, as she looked at his slightly open shirt collar. His delicate and charming collarbones were full of warmth and strength. She extended her fingers.
“Don't rush,” Lawrence R gently pressed down her hand, furrowing his brow.
“What's wrong, Mr. L? Don't you like it here? I've sent all the servants away, there's no one to disturb us. Or we can go upstairs.” She was infinitely shy, clinging to his shoulders and shaking her head.
Lawrence R neither confirmed nor denied, but suddenly stood up and placed her to the side. “Darcy, when I say not now, I mean not during the engagement period.”
“Mr. L?” Darcy lifted her gaze suddenly, feeling somewhat uneasy. “We got engaged today, and we are merely lacking that marriage certificate. What can't we do? I have been waiting for you for so many years, and tonight is the most anticipated beautiful night.”
“Your body doesn't allow it yet,” Lawrence R reasoned, putting his hand in his pocket. He felt irritated and annoyed with himself. Darcy had a great figure. What couldn't he do? Didn't Winnie cheat on him a long time ago?
But now, whether he opened his eyes or closed them, he couldn't escape that damned woman's figure. It was as if he was under a spell, compelled by her, and felt nothing for Darcy.
Two slender arms wrapped around his waist, and the woman pressed closer. Lawrence R was startled, swiftly turning around, and pulling her away.
“I can, Mr. L! I specifically went back to the kidney department to get another examination. I've taken good care of my body and can be intimate with you.”
“But I'm afraid of hurting you.” Lawrence R couldn't bear to tell her the real reason and deal a blow to her self-esteem.
“Mr. L, any man who sees a woman like this wouldn't be able to resist, and you're just a normal man. Besides, I'm very beautiful.” She tried, to seduce him with her words, and by slid her hand down his solid waist.
Lawrence R stiffened, his jaw tensing, as he held her hand firmly, studying her for a moment. Finally, he carried her in his arms and said, “Let's go upstairs.”
Darcy's ecstatic heart trembled; Mr. L finally desired her. Were they going upstairs to the bedroom? He was truly modest. Wasn't he also abiding by the rules and self-discipline in this matter? It was enough to drive her crazy.
But just as they reached the bed in the bedroom, Darcy suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and couldn't help but clutch it.
“What's wrong?” the man asked with a faint expression.
The woman's face changed slightly as she thought of something and immediately got up, saying, “I need to use the bathroom, Mr. L. Wait here, don't leave!”
“Okay, I'm not leaving," he said, turning his head and lighting a cigarette, his expression evasive.
After Darcy rushed to the bathroom and looked down, her face turned pale with anger. "Damn it, why did my period have to come now?"
She couldn't believe it. Her menstrual cycle had just ended two weeks ago, and her hormone levels were normal. But now her abdomen was hurting, and the flow was heavy. She wished she could hide it and still be intimate with him.
Feeling frustrated, she put on a pale face and placed a sanitary pad. When she came out, she saw a tall man standing at the door of the bathroom.
"Are you on your period?" Lawrence R asked casually, his deep gaze sweeping over the trash can in the bathroom as if it wasn't surprising at all.
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