Chapter 560 Harmony
Bianca felt a powerful tingling sensation spreading from her chest throughout her entire body.
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Her hands immediately grabbed Smith's head, her voice hoarse as she called out, "Smith."
Smith had no intention of letting her go, stimulating her sensitive spots over and over.
It felt like her whole body was being consumed by desire.
Her nightgown slowly slipped off, and the room lights dimmed.
Smith removed his mask, kissing every inch of her skin without restraint.
He started off gentle and tender, but soon lost control.
His intense gaze locked onto Bianca's alluring face, his voice husky, "Bianca, can I?"
Bianca was already lost in the moment with him.
Her mind was filled with an overwhelming desire.
She didn't know if it was because she had been single for too long or if she truly had feelings for Smith.
Right now, she had only one thought: she wanted him.
She wanted him badly.
She nodded uncontrollably.
A soft voice escaped her throat, "Smith."
Feeling her consent, Smith's nerves lit up with excitement.
He leaned close to Bianca's ear, gently biting her earlobe.
His voice was low and raspy. "Bianca, I'll make sure you experience even more happiness."
He traced the outline of Bianca's ear with his tongue, bit by bit.
The warm, wet sensation made Bianca let out a low cry.
That sound was like a spell, driving the already excited Smith even crazier.
But he didn't rush.
He had finally gotten her permission, and he wanted to make sure she had enough pleasure.
He took his time, building up the anticipation until Bianca couldn't take it anymore, crying and begging him.
Only then did Smith finally make his move.
This was going to be a long battle, not ending anytime soon.
Bianca felt everything in the darkness, feeling like Smith was torturing her to death.
That kind of torture was irresistible.
She cried and pleaded with Smith, but he clung to her like a demon.
Every time he promised, it was the last time.
But even as she drifted off to sleep, his "last time" never ended.
Eventually, she felt the bed still shaking in her dreams.
When Bianca woke up again, it was almost noon.
Luckily, there was nothing important today, or she would have been like an ancient ruler, neglecting duties for the sake of pleasure.
Seeing her awake, Smith, who was sitting on the couch with his laptop, immediately put his things down and walked over to her.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, smiling, "How are you feeling, honey?"
Bianca lazily lifted her eyes to look at him, her voice raspy.
"What do you think?"
Smith chuckled, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I'll be more careful next time."
"I don't believe you."
Bianca turned her head away, not wanting to deal with him.
She had begged him so much last night, and he hadn't let her go. Now he was pretending to be the good guy.
Smith's eyes looked deeply at her. "I just wanted you to know how important you are to me. Bianca, do you have an answer now?"
Bianca's bright eyes stared at him, softly saying, "I do."
Smith's eyes were filled with anticipation and a bit of nervousness. He asked, "Do you have feelings for me?"
Bianca sighed, her voice soft and tired, "Honestly, I think I hate you. I don't want to see you anymore."
Her words sounded more like a frustrated girl's outburst than genuine anger.
Smith wasn't fazed. Instead, he gently bit her lip and smiled, "I get it. I'll make you hate me even more. Hate is just another form of love. The deeper the hate, the stronger the love. Am I right, honey?"
Bianca frowned.
Truth be told, she didn't hate Smith. She didn't have much of a problem with him as a person, except for that cold mask he wore. She could feel his kindness towards her. She wasn't blind, nor was she a woman who didn't understand emotions. Everything Smith had done for her, she had seen and remembered.
Maybe it was time to forget the past and move on from that relationship. Start a new life. No matter how she and Smith lived, it was a political marriage. Without political changes, they wouldn't divorce. So why not try to accept him and make the marriage less oppressive?
Bianca didn't answer Smith's question directly. Instead, she looked at him with a hint of playfulness in her voice, "I'm hungry."
Smith's face lit up with joy. He was almost dancing with excitement. Bianca hadn't rejected his words, which meant she was trying to accept him. For him, this was a huge victory.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, smiling. "Alright, I'll have the food brought in. We'll eat in the room."
After lunch, Smith took her for a walk in the garden. When they reached the pet area, they heard a small dog barking non-stop. A servant nearby was busy with something.
Bianca immediately walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
The servant nodded, "Your Majesty, Snowball is sick. It won't eat anything, and it won't let the doctor give it a shot. It's been barking like this."
Bianca looked into the yard and saw Snowball lying weakly on the ground, barking at anyone who approached. Its eyes seemed to have tears. Seeing this, her heart ached. Snowball had been with her for two years, and during these two years of confinement, it had been her companion.
She was about to go over, but Smith grabbed her arm. "Don't go. If it hurts you, it won't be good. Let me check."
"But it won't let strangers near," Bianca protested.
Smith rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, leave it to me."
He walked into the yard, squatting beside Snowball. He gently squeezed its head and spoke in a deep voice, "Snowball, be good. Take your medicine and get your shot, or your mom won't want you anymore."
Hearing his voice, Snowball's previously lifeless eyes suddenly lit up. When it saw Smith, it immediately got up from the ground and jumped into his arms, licking and nuzzling him like it had seen someone it missed dearly.
Seeing this, the servant was surprised and couldn't help but say, "Snowball never lets anyone but the Queen hold it. But it willingly let the Prince hold it. Your Majesty, does it really have a sense of knowing you and the Prince are family?"
Bianca smiled lightly. "It's not that magical. Maybe he has my scent."
This was the best reason Bianca could come up with.
Bianca knew Snowball better than anyone. It wouldn't let even the nanny who was with her hold it, let alone anyone else.
Smith held Snowball, gently stroking its head, and soothingly said, "Daddy's going to take you to get your shot; otherwise, Mommy will be worried, okay?"
Snowball, no longer its mischievous self, obediently nodded. It nestled in Smith's arms, making soft whimpering sounds, almost as if it was trying to be cute.
Smith carried it over to the doctor, and when the needle went into Snowball, it didn't make a sound, behaving exceptionally well. Its bright eyes stayed fixed on Smith, as if afraid he would disappear if it blinked.
Seeing Snowball looking so pitiful, Smith felt a pang of sympathy. He whispered in Snowball's ear, "I won't leave you with anyone else anymore. You'll live with Mommy and Daddy, okay?"
Snowball seemed to understand, wriggling happily in his arms.
Seeing them so close, Bianca walked over and petted Snowball's head. She smiled and asked, "Why are you so good with him? Are you trying to replace Mommy?"
Snowball blinked at her and whimpered softly, as if trying to be affectionate.
Smith looked at Bianca and said, "Maybe it's spoiled by you and isn't used to being here. Why don't we take it home? I'll take care of it."
Bianca nodded, "That sounds good. With it around, I won't feel so lonely."
Smith smiled and ruffled her hair. "I won't let you feel lonely anymore. I'll make sure every day is exciting."
His meaning was clear.
Bianca, annoyed, pinched the soft flesh on his waist. She whispered in his ear, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you sleep in a separate room."
Smith, scared, immediately pleaded, "No, honey, don't cut me off just when I've had a taste. I'll die."
"Then die. Out with the old, in with the new."
With that, she walked towards the garden, holding Snowball.
Smith quickly followed, laughing, "Wait for me, honey. I'll join you."
The three of them walked in the garden, with Snowball running back and forth between them, looking very excited.
Seeing this, a servant couldn't help but remark, "The Queen and Prince really have a great relationship. I thought a political marriage wouldn't be happy, but they seem genuinely happy."
"Yeah, they seem so in love, even more than celebrities. The Prince wears a mask all the time to keep his identity hidden. That must be true love."
As they chatted, a voice came from behind.
"What are you talking about?"
Eva stood there, her face cold and eyes filled with anger. She had just come downstairs, planning to find an excuse to see Smith, only to witness him and Bianca being affectionate. She was furious. Why should the man she liked be taken by Bianca?
She clenched her fists tightly. Her teeth ground together.
The two servants, seeing her, dared not say anything more and bowed deeply, "Princess Eva."
Eva glared at them. "What's going on with the Queen and Prince?"
The servants, not daring to lie, quickly replied, "Snowball is the Queen's pet, but it's very close to the Prince. We were saying animals have a sense of knowing the Prince is the Queen's man."
Hearing this, Eva became even angrier.
Even the dog was against her.
Smith must have been attracted to Bianca's status as Queen; otherwise, why would he be so affectionate?
Originally, all of this should have been hers, but now Bianca was reaping the benefits.
She couldn't swallow this anger.
Just then, she received a call from a friend.
"Eva, I found what you asked for. Should I bring it over?"
"Yes, I'll be waiting."
Half an hour later.
A blonde woman with wavy hair found Eva.
She handed her something, saying, "I paid a lot to get this. It's strange, though. You've attended many events with Smith, but there aren't any photos of you two."
Eva's eyes turned cold. "Isn't it obvious? Someone must have been afraid they'd get back to the Queen and had them all erased."
"Smith is trying to play the devoted lover. Did he forget the promises he made to you? Men are all the same, driven by self-interest."
Eva sneered, "But someone believes him now and seems very in love."
"Are you saying the Queen and Smith are getting along well? She's so cold. How could she fall for Smith so quickly? Women are just women, never capable of anything big."
"Then I'll make her wake up."
Eva looked at the photos in her hand, a cruel smile on her lips.
Bianca and Smith's relationship seemed to be getting better, and their intimate moments were becoming more harmonious.
That night, after a passionate session, Bianca lay in Smith's arms, enjoying the post-coital warmth.
Just then, Smith's phone rang.
He intended to turn it off, but seeing the caller ID, he immediately stepped out of the room to answer.
His assistant's urgent voice came through, "We've found your mother on an island 500 miles away, but she's guarded by armed men, and the terrain is difficult. We can't attack."
Hearing this, Smith's eyes turned cold. "I'll go with you. I'm on my way."
He hung up, took a moment to calm down, then returned to the room.
Acting as if nothing was wrong, he kissed Bianca's forehead.
Smith softly said, "Bianca, you go ahead and sleep. I have some business to attend to. Take care of yourself, okay?"
Though she was curious about his sudden departure, Bianca didn't ask much.
She knew Smith had the William Family business to manage, and it wasn't her place to interfere.
Just as he never questioned her work.
She nodded slightly, her voice raspy, "Be careful."
Smith smiled and kissed her lips. "It's good to have a wife who cares. Wait for me to come back."
With that, he went to the dressing room, changed, and left.
The next night, with Smith gone, Bianca felt the room was empty.
Something was missing.
She held Snowball on the couch, murmuring, "Snowball, do you think Daddy will come back today?"
Snowball barked a few times, as if saying 'yes.'
She smiled, putting Snowball down.
She began to work on her documents.
As she reached the last one, she noticed an anonymous envelope.
Snowpeakia's citizens had the right to send anonymous reports to the Queen.
But usually, these were filtered by her secretary.
This must be something important.
Curious, Bianca opened the envelope, and a few photos fell out.
When she looked closely, her eyes widened in shock.
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