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Chapter 151 - It\'ll Feel Good

"Unhand me, you brute!" Lydia Claymore snapped, yanking her hands away from the scowling Weston. She was irritated that someone like him would lay hands on her without permission.

Chivalry must be rolling in its grave!

"I told you so many times already, you can\'t trespass wherever you wish!" Weston growled, equally annoyed as her. Now that the King had given free reign to Lydia Claymore to enter the castle, the twins have been struggling to tame this wild tiger cub.

"Just because you\'re allowed to visit the castle to see the Queen, it doesn\'t mean you can wander wherever you d.e.s.i.r.e to find her," Weston reprimanded, grabbing her by the wrist and tugged her back into the waiting room. But she was unbelievably rude enough to angrily kick him in the shin. Twice. With her pointed heels.

Weston hissed in pain, his grip momentarily loosening. She quickly seized this chance to dash down the hallway, turning the corner, her mocking laughter ringing after him.

"Lydia Claymore, you uncultured spinster!" Weston shouted after her, as he raced down the hallways, only to find her gone.

Weston let out a growl, and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. This woman was going to drive him wild!

"Just wait until I get my hands on you! I\'m going to strangle you," Weston hissed under his breath.

Weston stalked down the corridor, angrily turning corner after corner in search of the little lady with a mouth of fire.

"Oh brother, there you are," Easton said. "I just saw Miss Claymore running down the hallway like a child!"

"Where is she?" Weston snapped. "Where is that brat?!"

"Wow, brother," Easton said, his eyes widening. "I\'ve never seen you this hot and bothered by a woman before."

Easton grinned. He nudged his brother in the c.h.e.s.t, only to get a painful whack on the head.

Easton instantly g.r.o.a.n.e.d, rubbing the painful spot. "It was a joke!"

"Just tell me which direction she went off to," Weston said, his voice rough and brittle.

Weston was getting aggravated babysitting her each time she was in the castle. Why did he have to be in charge of watching over her? She was such a spiteful little thing!

"So that you can take her upon a wall and kiss her silly?" Easton teased, snickering when Weston threw him a murderous glare. "You look like you\'re debating whether or not to f.u.c.k her or kill her. I guess the line is very thin."

"You—"

"Hmm, I think she went this way," Easton said, pointing in the opposite direction that Lydia skipped down. Easton had seen it with his own eyes, a grown woman victoriously skipping down the hallways like an eager bunny.

"Thanks, brother," Weston muttered, walking in the wrong direction.

Easton hid another laugh. If only his brother didn\'t hit him on the head, then Easton would\'ve told the truth. Now, Weston must suffer the consequences of his abuse.

"Hmm, let\'s see…" Lydia trailed off, opening door by door. She poked her head inside a ruined one, her brows tugged together.

"Nope, not this one, but wow, whoever was in here did quite the damage on it." Lydia glanced left and right, wondering what could\'ve left to a shattered window and curtain. Now that she thought about it, this room looked awfully familiar to the one that Adeline was resting in…

"Oh, maybe next door." Lydia closed the door and happily skipped down the hallway. She was eager and excited to see Adeline after finally receiving word that the Queen was awake.

But imagine her surprise when Lydia discovered it had already been a week! She had only discovered this piece of information after having her people dig around a bit.

"How strange. I wonder why Adeline needed an entire week of rest," Lydia mumbled. She rubbed her chin, and flung the next door open. Instantly, she perked up upon seeing something in the bed. But she couldn\'t see properly, due to the dimmed room and the black-out curtains.

"Adeline, my baby!" Lydia squealed in delight, throwing her hands up in joy.

Lydia dashed into the room and hopped onto the bed. Not a second later, she felt a rough kick.

"Ow!" Lydia cried out, falling out of the bed with a loud thud. She whimpered in pain, rubbing her arse. What the hell?!

"Did you have to be that mean to me, Addy?!" Lydia huffed. She nearly broke a heel right there! "Gosh, for someone who just woke up from a two-week coma, you sure have a lot of strength."

"S-sorry, wrong person," Lydia nervously said, laughing to herself. She quietly retraced her steps, hoping to get out of this one undetected.

"Let… go… of me!" A muffled voice was heard, as the blankets rustled, and a quiet cry was heard.

"Elias!" Adeline demanded, shoving him away and kicking at him. She was awoken by Lydia\'s rash movements and Elias\'s furious kick.

"You don\'t get to hug me and act all lovey dovey after neglecting me for an entire week," she hissed at him.

Adeline shoved Elias off of her, even though she was very comfortable in his arms. She always was. But she hated how quickly he pretended nothing happened between them. Who gave him the right to cuddle her in her sleep, even though she wanted that the most?!

"Hah, you\'re quick to kick me out the bed, when you were holding onto my hand, whimpering my name," Elias hissed, grabbing her chin. But she dodged and he pinched the air.

"Get off of me," Adeline angrily said, kicking him. His grip loosened briefly and she quickly clamoured out of the bed.

"Oh Addy!" Lydia squealed in joy. She rushed into the darkness, until her body collided with something soft. "I\'ve missed you so much!\'

Lydia gave Adeline a bear hug. In the two weeks of coma, Lydia had tried her hardest to visit Adeline every single day. But it was difficult with her busy schedule and the King\'s gloomy stare. Regardless, Lydia was still able to come at least every two days.

"How are you feeling now?" Lydia babbled. "Gosh, it feels like forever since I\'ve last talked to you and—what\'s on my shirt?"

Lydia felt something wet touch her shirt. Huh?

"I-I threw up… I\'m sorry," Adeline whispered.

Adeline couldn\'t even hold back the morning sickness. Just then, Elias flicked the lights on. Lydia shrieked in disgust, jumping back, her voice louder than a train horn.

"You did not just throw up on me!" Lydia sobbed, throwing her head back in inconvenience. Oh my god. The last time this happened, they were babies!

"Okay, okay, don\'t panic. Don\'t panic, don\'t panic," Lydia chanted to herself, even though? the stench was strong and the sight was not pretty. "Oh god, I\'m panicking. I\'m really panicking."

Lydia\'s breathing grew heavy as she tried to not feel nauseous at the sight.

"Your Majesty, I apologize, I just lost sight of Lydia Claymore—" Weston paused.

Weston was surprised to see the situation before him. Never in his wildest years would he expect to see the Queen in her nightgown stained with vomit, Lydia Claymore talking to herself, and the King whispering curse words under his breath.

"Get that shrieking monkey under control," Elias growled, pointing a finger at Lydia who looked like she was beginning to hyperventilate.

"I-it\'s okay, Addy," Lydia whimpered out. "It\'s completely okay, s-so d-d-don\'t throw up anymore. Okay? It\'s c-completely alright, just breath in… breath out—"

"Come with me," Weston murmured. He winced when she threw herself upon him, as if forgetting their argument in the hallways. Despite her heavily stained clothes, he allowed her to lean on him.

Lydia was talking to herself the entire time he guided her out, but Weston was patient and understanding.

Soon, it was just Elias and Adeline in the room. Adeline was standing by herself, her shoulders suddenly small and her face gaunt. She felt horrible about herself. Lydia was excited to see her, but the baby obviously wasn\'t.

Adeline scowled towards the ground. The baby was already resembling the father.

Adeline tried to not beat herself up over the fact that she was consistently not feeling well. Thus, she trudged into the bathroom, not realizing Elias was steps behind her.

It was only when Adeline began to strip, did she feel a heavy pair of eyes watching her. Like a woman caught changing, she spun around, holding her clothes against her c.h.e.s.t.

"G-get out!" Adeline demanded, standing in nothing but her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r.

Elias\'s gaze hungrily licked every inch of exposed skin, wandering from her milky t.h.i.g.hs to her slightly bulged stomach, and then the beautiful curve of her body.

"I said get out!" Adeline shouted, picking up the nearest item and throwing it at him.

Elias dodged. "I\'ve seen every crevice and corner of your body," Elias muttered. "There is no need to scream."

"Get away" Adeline yelled, as if he was a vengeful spirit and she was throwing salt at his demonic presence.

"Come, I\'ll clean you. With yesterday\'s incidents, there\'s no saying what\'ll happen today," Elias coldly remarked. Of course, he had his reasons too. It had been a while since he was able to touch her intimately.

"You—"

"I\'ll be gentle," Elias coaxed.

"You\'re never gentle," Adeline snapped.

"Only because you like it rough," Elias retorted.

"Shut up!" Adeline hissed.

But it was too late. Elias was already standing in front of her, his hand on her nightgown, and the other grabbing her n.a.k.e.d waist. He pulled her close, despite her current state, messy and disheveled.

"It\'ll be alright," Elias muttered, sliding his arm around her.

Elias gave her dress a small tug. She was reluctant at first, her face in a slight grimace. Hesitation swam deeply in her emerald eyes, wide and frightened like a baby fawn.

"Truly," Elias softly promised. Finally, she released her dirtied dress. He discarded it to the ground, and gently guided her into the shower.

"Y-you\'re not getting in n.a.k.e.d, are you?" Adeline whispered.

"No, darling. I\'m going to shower with clothes on," Elias scoffed.

Adeline glared at him. He smirked.

"Turn around, love, and try to not scream this time."

Adeline huffed as she stepped into the enormous shower. She tried to look behind, for she\'d definitely scream at the sight of his n.a.k.e.d body. Not because he was unclothed, but because she was suddenly remembering how big he was.

She heard the shower being turned on and when she glanced back, all she saw was his muscular c.h.e.s.t. The water dripped down his firm body, teasing the strong chords of veins on his arm.

"What are you doing—"

"Shhh," Elias brought the shower head upon her body. She was tightly hugging her stomach, and he glanced down at it with a slight frown.

"It\'ll feel good, I promise."

"T-that\'s what you always say," Adeline mumbled.

"But did I ever lie?"

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