Chapter 541 Belongs to Me
Upon hearing those words, Bianca immediately lowered her gaze.
She met Smith's deep, intense eyes.
At that moment, Smith's large hand gently caressed her ear as he leaned in to whisper.
This movement revealed even more of his already enticing chest muscles.
Bianca had always thought that after her relationship with Edgar, she would never be interested in any man again.
But now, just seeing Smith's chest made her heart race uncontrollably.
Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.
Still, she pretended to be calm and glanced at Smith, her voice steady and unfluctuating.
"You're overthinking it. Leave, I need to take a shower."
Smith didn't linger. He gently patted her head a few times. "I'll wait for you outside."
By the time Bianca finished her shower, an hour had passed.
Smith had already showered and changed into pajamas, leaning casually against the bed.
His light brown hair fell naturally over his forehead, partially covering his golden mask.
The mask, which usually appeared cold, now seemed somewhat softer.
Seeing Bianca come out, Smith immediately stood up and bent down to pick her up.
He carefully placed her on the bed.
Then he knelt by the bedside, taking the ointment he had prepared, and gently applied it to Bianca's toes.
A cool sensation spread from her toes, slowly climbing up.
Soon, the coolness was replaced by a tingling warmth.
This familiar feeling struck deep into Bianca's heart.
She watched Smith's hands as he gently massaged her foot.
Bianca couldn't help but close her eyes for a moment.
She scolded herself harshly in her mind.
What was wrong with her?
Why did she keep associating Smith with Edgar?
Was she treating him as Edgar's substitute?
Was that why she didn't resist his touch?
Bianca clenched the edge of her clothes, trying to calm herself.
Her voice was as usual, "Doesn't wearing a mask to sleep make you uncomfortable?"
Smith looked up at her, a faint smile on his lips.
"Are you worried about me?"
"You're overthinking it. I just meant if it's inconvenient for you to take it off, you could sleep in the next room. There are plenty of rooms here; you don't need to share with me."
Smith slowly stood up, placing his hands on either side of Bianca, leaning down.
Their noses were almost touching.
Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy.
His voice was husky, "On our wedding night, you want us to sleep in separate rooms? Aren't you afraid of what people in the palace will say?"
Bianca replied indifferently, "People can say what they want. I don't care."
"That's not acceptable. I can't let my queen be gossiped about as an abandoned woman. I married you to make you happy, not to become a joke for others."
Smith's words were sincere and heartfelt, his voice gentle and tender.
It gave Bianca the illusion that she and Smith had once been deeply in love.
Faced with his sincerity, she felt embarrassed to refuse.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice soft, "I have night blindness. Once the lights are off, I can't see anything. You can take it off."
Hearing this, Smith wasn't surprised. Instead, he chuckled lightly.
His voice was husky, "Alright, we'll sleep with the lights off."
He placed Bianca on the bed and tucked her in.
Then he turned off all the lights in the bedroom.
The room instantly plunged into darkness, and Bianca couldn't see a thing.
She had congenital night blindness and couldn't see anything in the dark.
Since she was a child, Bianca had always slept with a nightlight on to avoid waking up in complete darkness.
This pitch-black environment made her feel like she was blind, and it made her uncomfortable.
Bianca clutched the blanket tightly.
Sensing her tension, Smith leaned in close, his gaze soft and reassuring.
"Don't force yourself for me. I can sleep with the mask on."
Bianca shook her head, "I'm fine. I'll get used to it."
She buried her face in the blanket.
But her trembling body betrayed her fear.
When she was a child, Bianca had been locked in a dark room overnight as punishment by the fake Cordelia.
By the time her grandfather found her, she was unconscious.
It was the most terrifying night of her life.
She couldn't see or touch anything.
It felt like endless darkness.
And in that darkness, she was all alone.
Even the slightest sound of wind outside made her shiver with fear.
That sense of helplessness slowly drained her energy until she passed out.
Feeling her fear, Smith gently held her in his arms.
He kissed her forehead softly.
"Bianca, don't be afraid. I'll always be here with you."
Feeling his warmth and hearing his strong heartbeat, Bianca gradually relaxed.
She couldn't help but wrap her arms around Smith's waist, her flushed cheek pressed tightly against his chest.
This intimate position made both their hearts race.
Their eyes met in the darkness.
Even though Bianca couldn't see anything, she felt an unusual sense of peace.
She whispered, "I'm fine. You can take off the mask."
Smith took her hand and slowly placed it on the cold mask.
His voice was enticing, "Help me take it off."
Feeling the cold touch, Bianca's heart skipped a beat.
The only thought that flashed through her mind was that she wanted to turn on the light and see Smith's face.
She slowly unfastened the mask and removed it.
Revealing Smith's handsome face.
She could feel his intense gaze on her, and she could sense that his features were very attractive.
But she couldn't see anything.
Smith seemed to understand her thoughts and chuckled softly.
"You want to see my face, don't you?"
Caught off guard, Bianca stared at Smith in the darkness.
Her voice was calm, "No, I was just curious why you wear a mask. If you have scars, I wouldn't mind."
Smith took her hand and slowly placed it on his face, gently coaxing, "You can feel if there are any scars."
Bianca's hand, guided by his, moved slowly over Smith's face.
She felt his deep-set eyes, his high nose, his strong jawline.
His bone structure was excellent, and his lips were very sensual.
His skin was smooth, without a single scar.
Bianca could even imagine how handsome he must be.
Why would someone with such a handsome face wear a mask?
Was he hiding something from her, or from others?
As Bianca pondered, Smith's husky, seductive voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
"Are you reassured now?"
Bianca responded with a soft "yes."
The man held her tightly in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her head.
"Good girl, sleep now. I'll always be here with you."
Feeling his presence, Bianca, who usually had trouble sleeping, quickly drifted off.
Seeing her asleep, Smith slowly opened his eyes, gazing deeply at the face that haunted his dreams.
His fingertips gently caressed her smooth, delicate skin.
Smith's heart ached deeply.
His voice was husky, "Bianca, you finally belong to me."
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