Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Master Lancaster, You Need to Control Yourself
Elias Lancaster’s body was stiff, afraid to move. He was trying hard to take deep breaths, his voice husky.
"Serena, you should sleep soon. Don’t you have to get up early tomorrow morning?"
Serena Yeats nestled in his arms, looked up at him, and asked.
"Uncle, you won’t leave me alone here when I fall asleep, will you?"
As she spoke, her warm breath sprayed onto Elias Lancaster’s chin.
In an instant.
He clenched his fist, forcefully restraining the last bit of reason within him, his voice becoming even huskier.
"I won’t, now sleep."
Serena Yeats relaxed, snuggling further into Elias Lancaster’s embrace, feeling an immense sense of security.
The next second.
Elias Lancaster flipped over, pressing directly onto her.
Serena Yeats was startled, quickly reaching out to protect her stomach.
Elias Lancaster was also afraid of pressing onto her stomach, supporting himself with his hands.
Immediately.
Serena Yeats’s body trembled.
She was puzzled at Elias Lancaster’s behavior, then gently pushed with her hand, bending a leg.
The result was a muffled groan from Elias Lancaster.
The touch at her knee made Serena’s face flush red instantly, she knew what she had touched.
Her heart was pounding, instinctively wanting to escape, but was circled by Elias Lancaster, with no way to flee.
Elias Lancaster’s gaze was deep, looking into Serena Yeats’s eyes with fire.
"Don’t move."
His voice was husky and deep, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Serena Yeats dared not move, her clear eyes blinked as she looked at Elias Lancaster.
Was uncle feeling uncomfortable because of her?
Does this mean she still holds an attraction for uncle?
Thinking this, a smile appeared on her lips.
Seeing Serena Yeats’s smile, the fire inside Elias Lancaster burned even more, directly extinguishing the last bit of reason.
He lowered his head and kissed Serena Yeats’s lips.
Seeing she still had her clear big eyes open, Elias Lancaster reached out and covered her eyes.
Serena Yeats closed her eyes, feeling uncle’s domineering kiss on her lips and teeth. She had never been in love, and uncle lately often liked to kiss her.
But she still hadn’t learned this kind of intimate exchange of breath.
Elias Lancaster’s own breath was disordered, feeling Serena Yeats’s body softening.
He finally let go of her, looking at the girl in his arms with her eyes tightly closed, lips luscious, breathing like orchids, her face red.
Seeing this, Elias Lancaster couldn’t restrain himself, lowering his head again to kiss the slightly tipsy beauty.
Suddenly.
"Elias, control yourself."
Old Madam Lancaster’s voice came from outside the door.
At that sound.
The string in Elias Lancaster’s mind tightened again, his consciousness becoming clearer.
He turned with Serena Yeats in his arms, letting her lie on her side against him.
Serena Yeats heard Old Madam Lancaster’s words and felt utterly embarrassed. Just a moment ago, she had actually been expecting...
Slightly opening her eyes and seeing herself in Elias Lancaster’s arms, she wanted to get up, but Elias Lancaster held her tightly, not letting go.
"Don’t move, let me hold you for a while."
Serena Yeats closed her eyes again, her unsteady breathing conveying her inner turmoil.
Who could stay calm in such a fiery embrace?
There was no way to fall asleep.
She didn’t dare to look at Elias Lancaster, but she felt that the atmosphere now seemed very pleasant, so she whispered.
"Uncle, the doctor said..."
Her words were cut short by Elias Lancaster’s low growl.
"Sleep."
Serena Yeats quickly shut her mouth, her big eyes staring directly at him.
Elias Lancaster took a deep breath, burying his head in Serena Yeats’s neck, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
"Serena, don’t speak. I’m not as restrained as you think."
Serena Yeats’s eyes rolled, then she answered softly, oh.
In Elias Lancaster’s embrace, she felt very safe, and soon, she fell asleep.
Elias Lancaster barely suppressed the fire, but when he saw the little mouth of the person in his arms, the fire flared up again.
He quickly pulled away, moving Serena Yeats to the side.
Serena Yeats, sleeping deeply, was unaware that the person beside her could not sleep all night, repeatedly getting up to take cold showers.
Every time after the shower, the moment he returned to bed and created some distance, Serena Yeats would immediately snuggle over in her sleep, this fragrant and soft little girl torturing Elias Lancaster almost to madness.
Meanwhile.
After dinner last night, Dolae Thorne returned from The Lancaster Family to The Thorne Family, angrily smashing everything in sight.
"She’s just a pauper, why does she get to compete with me?"
Yves Thorne had just come home and a vase almost hit him, he was quick to dodge.
"What happened? Weren’t you having dinner at The Lancaster Family?"
Dolae Thorne fumed, "Elias Lancaster brought a woman home for dinner, and The Lancaster Family said she was his wife!"
Yves Thorne was stunned, "What’s going on?"
He had only returned to the country for a month, just taken over the company, and was so busy he barely had time to drink water, let alone stay in touch with Elias Lancaster.
Six months ago, he was still dating, how does he have a wife now? He knew nothing about it!
"Alright, don’t be angry, you’ll meet someone better."
Dolae Thorne was the only girl in The Thorne Family for generations, and they treated her like a treasure, which spoiled her.
"Brother, do you know what The Lancaster Family said today? They want Elias to have a wedding with that woman. They know how I feel, yet they said this in front of me.
Besides, Elias doesn’t like that woman; theirs is a marriage of convenience."
Yves Thorne furrowed his brow, "Is that so?"
"Brother, I like Elias Lancaster, he can only be mine, the Young Madam of The Lancaster Family can only be me, won’t you help me?"
Dolae looked at Yves with grievance.
Yves Thorne couldn’t bear seeing his sister cry.
"Do you really like him?"
"I do! I will marry no one but Elias Lancaster."
"I’ll try."
Dolae immediately smiled, "Brother, what’s your plan?"
The next morning.
Elias Lancaster got up, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw his mother.
Old Madam Lancaster looked at the dark circles under his eyes and smiled deliberately, "Son, didn’t sleep well last night?"
Elias Lancaster gave her a look, saying nothing.
Old Madam Lancaster chuckled, "Son, Serena is still young, and she’s pregnant. You need to control yourself."
Elias Lancaster’s face darkened, he turned around and closed the door.
Old Madam Lancaster raised her eyebrows, the daughter-in-law she chose was quite something, having her son completely under control. Very good.
She looked at the time, it was almost nine, thinking about waking Serena Yeats for breakfast.
But she was also afraid Serena was exhausted from last night.
When she met Elias Lancaster again, she watched him eat breakfast while earnestly advising him.
Just before noon.
Serena Yeats, still sleepy, felt her breath being taken away. She opened her eyes to see a handsome face magnifying in front of her.
Elias Lancaster was kissing her.
His eyelashes were long, his handsome features tempting one to sink into them, the soft touch on her lips making her heart beat fast.
She instinctively reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck, shyly responding.