Chapter 606 I Should Have Never Trusted Your Nonsense
"Then, punish it for me!"
"What?"
The idea of abandoning all commonsense to scold it was one thing, but he was expected to actually hit it?
Lily tugged on the hem of Lucas’s shirt, urging him, "Hurry up! Strike it! Or it might get away!"
"Lily, are you always this silly when you drink?" Lucas found himself torn between annoyance and amusement.
He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist to keep her from tumbling to the floor again. The embrace tightened, accentuating the delicate slimness of her waist, the inviting touch that stirred a desire... to feel against the bare skin.
"You...you're the silly one!" Lily pouted, her small hand covering Lucas’s mouth in displeasure.
Then, with a tilt of her head, she self-assessed, "I'm just being adorable!"
"Who told you that?"
Her grip wasn't tight, allowing Lucas to speak. As he talked, it felt like her lips were brushing against the tender skin of his palm, stirring a restless warmth within him.
"A lot of people," she said with a hint of coy pride from being complimented.
"Like who?"
"Morris Holder."
Hearing that name, Lucas's expression instantly cooled.
"What's wrong?" Lilian, sharpened by the wine she'd consumed, peered at him with wide eyes, "Why aren't you happy?"
"Should I be?"
Lilian paused, answering obliquely, "Compliments make me happy."
"But I'm not."
"Why not?" she inquired.
Lucas gazed intently at Lilian, his eyes growing darker.
Shrinking back slightly, she met his stare timidly.
"I don't want other men praising you, especially not your fiancé."
"Why not?" Lilian stretched her arms, shielding Lucas's eyes with her hands in a plaintive gesture, "Your gaze is so intense, could you close your eyes?"
Lucas's throat tightened, his Adam's apple visibly shifted.
"Because... Wow!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Lilian withdrew her hands, and the world brightened before Lucas, only to feel his throat being gently touched.
A shiver ran down Lucas's spine.
"I don't have it!" Lilian, one hand on Lucas's throat and the other on her own slender neck, was consumed with curiosity.
A single thought broke through Lucas's mind: Alcohol dulled the senses.
He swore to himself that he'd never let Lilian touch the apple cider again.
The thought had barely passed before he found it amusing.
After all... there was no future for him and her.
She was destined to marry someone else.
"I don't have it!" Lilian repeated, her tone resembling that of a confused child.
The implication was clear; she wanted Lucas to explain the difference.
"It's an Adam's apple. Only men have it."
"Oh," said Lilian, her mind quickly leaping back to the previous upset.
"Are you still angry?"
After her playful interruption, how could he maintain his anger?
Lucas felt a reluctant acceptance, yet to his own surprise, he blurted out, "I'm angry."
He was curious to see how she would coax him.
"Easy now, don't be mad," cooed Lilian as she gently caressed Lucas's face. "I like you, just be good, no getting upset."
"What... did you say?" Like... like you?
Lucas knew she was spouting drunken nonsense and that her idea of "like" wasn't the same as his. She liked his sister too.
He was torn between continuing their conversation or just coaxing her to sleep.
Somehow, the idea of just putting her to bed didn't sit well with him – he wouldn't dare hold her like this when she was sober.
Lost in thought, his Adam's apple was suddenly grazed by something warm and wet!
Lilian leaned in, her curiosity getting the better of her, and nibbled at it.
Then she licked it.
Lucas froze, not daring to move.
"What are you doing?" Lucas asked, his voice an awkward mix of shock and stiffness.
Lilian thought she might have angered him. Twiddling her fingers nervously, she admitted, "Don't be mad. I was... just curious."
She then wrapped her arms around Lucas's neck and pressed herself against him, her lips seeking his.
Their lips met, and Lucas's hand, resting on Lilian's waist, suddenly tightened.
She hesitated for a moment before beginning to move her lips gently, inventively.
Lucas was paralyzed with indecision; his mind screamed at him to push her away because she was drunk and he was not. "You can't do this, Lucas; it's wrong!" but his body was utterly honest, indulging her every move.
"Lilian," Lilian stood up, kneeling on his thigh, her upper body clinging to Lucas's.
As she gazed down at him, her eyes shimmered with a dazed glow.
Lucas looked up, still as stone, not daring to speak or move – afraid that any movement would unleash his self-control.
"Kiss me!” Lilian exclaimed joyfully.
Lucas was at a loss for words.
"Casey says we should feel everything." Her curiosity piqued, she queried Lucas, "Can I feel it?"
Lucas’s mind went blank, his thoughts obliterated.
He knew he needed to say something or else it would be the end, "Feel... what?"
"Make love!" Lilian exclaimed with a clear, forceful articulation.
She relished Lucas's stillness, delightedly touching his face, comforted by the thought that he was so obedient tonight, allowing her every wish, whether a touch or a kiss.
"Lilian!" Lucas's voice spiked. He clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath to calm his raging hormones. His temples pounded, and he spoke every word through clenched teeth. "Girls shouldn't say things like that! You only say and do such things with someone you're into, your lover, you get that?... What am I saying, a drunk like you wouldn't understand jack!"
"I get it, I get it!" Lilian hopped with joy, and Lucas, fearing she might fall, reached out quickly to steady her just after having pulled his hand away.
Lilian cupped Lucas's face in her hands. "I like you, be mine, okay?"
Her voice, filled with sincerity and conviction, made Lucas's vision blur for a moment, and he almost believed her.
"You almost had me fooled!" Lucas ran his fingers through his hair, got up, and gently pushed Lilian down onto the wicker chair. "Talk to me when you're sober!"
Feeling overheated, he reached for a drink of water to cool down, then remembered he couldn't touch the tampered bottle.
After taking several deep breaths to compose himself, he heard sobbing from behind him.
This time Lilian wasn't putting on a show with her tears; the poor thing was genuinely crying, her tears falling like pearls as she curled up miserably on the wicker chair.
"What's wrong now?" Lucas sighed, crouched in front of her chair to meet her gaze.
She didn't speak, crying even harder, her sobbing soft but wrenching, her tears speaking volumes of her distress.
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