Interest Compounds on Revenge - Chapter 33

Finally, the night in question arrived.

Pauline, being quick-witted, prepared the best nightgown without being told.

While usually wearing a chemise covering the shoulders, today it was a silk nightgown with thin straps.

It was embarrassing how it revealed the body’s curves. But it was appropriate for someone her age to wear.

“Miss Grace, are you going to make a baby with the mister?”

Lea was startled by Chainer’s words as she watched while eating snacks nearby.

“It’s… not like that.”

“But kissing makes babies!”

Lea and Pauline looked at each other and laughed.

Nevertheless, Chainer being so busy these days was a problem.

Not just Rubeck, but Galdencia and many other countries were flooding with orders, so meeting delivery dates was no ordinary task.

“Miss, don’t worry. Chainer, that child’s hands are so fast. She can make lace even while pooping.”

“Really?”

That must mean she’s that busy. But even machines break down if overworked. How much harder must it be for Chainer, a person.

“Chainer, if you’re struggling with too many lace orders, let me know. We can adjust the order quantities.”

“It’s fine. I’m happy when I see ladies wearing the lace I made while walking down the street.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and I’m glad Grandpa doesn’t hang out with bad guys anymore.”

Lea was quite surprised by Chainer’s words.

She thought Chainer was just mindlessly doing what she was told, but she actually took pride in her work.

‘That’s a relief, that Chainer feels proud of her work.’

“Pauline, make sure Chainer gets a day or two off from work each week.”

“Yes, miss.”

Lea asked Pauline. Watching Chainer move her hands tirelessly, Lea swallowed her words.

‘Chainer, I’m sorry, but your grandfather was a bad person.’

Of course, now he’s reformed and living an upright life.

When I went to the general store recently, he was working so busily, and though he said it was tough, his face was full of smiles.

Above all, he seemed to have gained great pride in how Chainer’s lace was selling like hotcakes.

[Lace, how much does it cost for counterfeit versions to be sold? Our trademark is a C with three wings, but they’ve cleverly made a trademark with four wings and attached it. These shameless bastards, just wait till we catch them.] [It’s not cheap. It’s a year’s salary for a factory worker.] [Still, how dare they make shoddy fakes and tarnish our Chainer’s lace.]

Is this what they call a frog forgetting its days as a tadpole? There might be an even more fitting expression.

Shouldn’t Rapha refrain from criticizing others, even if others curse them?

Rapha committed countless illegal acts in the past while leading his subordinates. But now he must have truly realized.

Just as he feels so wronged about the counterfeits of items Chainer worked hard to make, in the past, someone must have suffered because of what he did.

It was certain that people only gain deep realizations through personal experience.

Anyway, Chainer’s lace had become something every woman wanted to own. That’s why counterfeits were also rampant.

Still, unable to overlook the pride of being “genuine,” they quickly devised countermeasures. Chainer added a complex pattern to the trademark that no one could imitate.

Talking with Pauline and Chainer while preparing to go to Terran’s bedroom took too long.

Pauline glanced at the wall clock and moved her hands busily.

“Miss, it’s all done.”

Only after Pauline sprayed perfume on Lea’s nape was all the preparation complete. Lea truly wanted to avoid tonight.

‘Who can I blame? I brought this upon myself.’

She was even too embarrassed to complain to Pauline. Lea headed to Terran’s bedroom wearing a silk nightgown.

‘Oh! My heart is pounding.’

To think she’d spend her first night with Terran before even getting married. Lea’s teeth chattered from severe nervousness. Then suddenly, a surge of defiance arose.

‘Grace will like it. Since I scared her last time with swimming, I should do something to make her happy this time.’

Though all she had seen of Grace and Terran together was that scene she thought was a dream before, she knew from Grace’s sparkling eyes towards Terran. How much Grace liked Terran.

Since falling into the water during the swimming competition, that is, since hearing Grace’s voice, Lea became confused about whether her feelings towards Terran were her own or Grace’s.

Lea sent Pauline away and entered Terran’s bedroom.

‘Woody scent.’

The fresh woody scent emanating from him filled the entire room. It felt like being in a spring forest rather than a bedroom. Just then, there was a presence as the door clicked open.

“Terran?”

As Lea turned around, Terran was standing there holding two wine glasses in his hands.

Through the slightly open robe, his firm chest and abs were visible.

“Try this.”

Terran offered a wine glass to Grace. She gazed at the purple wine swirling in the brilliant crystal glass and took a small sip.

“It’s sweet.”

“I thought this would be better for Grace than something tannic.”

“Thank you for being considerate.”

“The consideration ends here. I won’t be considerate in bed.”

Lea blushed as she looked at him, his attitude as if drinking an aperitif before devouring her.

Terran downed the wine in one gulp. The sweet yet tart alcohol slid down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

It was insanely sensual. Just drinking wine, yet how could the act itself feel so erotic.

‘What’s wrong with me? Having such lewd thoughts.’

As Terran’s lips were stained purple, Lea unconsciously wiped his lips with her finger.

Surprised by her own action, she tried to lower her hand, but he caught it. Then Terran kissed each of her fingers one by one. For a moment, it was so thrilling she felt dizzy.

His desire traveled through her fingertips and spread throughout her body.

Terran naturally led Grace to the bed.

‘Right, this isn’t my will. It’s Grace’s desire.’

Faced with the overwhelming emotion, Lea wanted to separate herself from Grace.

Terran sat Grace on the bed and gently slid off her robe. He felt sorry for her frail body trembling.

But at the same time, a fierce instinct emerged, wanting to make her completely his own.

“Are you afraid?”

“No.”

No indeed, while her body was trembling like an aspen leaf. Terran barely controlled his intensely aroused desire.

If he lost control, it was obvious Grace wouldn’t be able to handle him.

The priority was to slowly ease her tension. Soon, he kissed her white nape.

‘Whew!’

Terran took a deep breath. Her skin was softer than her silk robe, making his lips feel like they were melting.

His lips savored her straight collarbone from her nape and explored her round shoulders.

Just this was enough to excite his body, unable to overcome its nature and growing increasingly fierce.

In fact, from the moment he saw Grace in his bedroom, he wanted her desperately.

He wanted to make her completely his own, to make her exude the scent of Terran Courtois.

Terran’s long fingers pulled down the thin strap of her slip.

Lea flinched in surprise. Every time his lips brushed her body, it felt like an electric shock.

She found herself enjoying the sweet caress more than feeling repulsion. While rationalizing that this was for Grace, her instincts wanted him contrary to reason.

To be driven more fiercely. The herbivore’s fear of being torn and bitten by the beast’s fierce teeth soon turned into longing.

‘Oh no, I like Terran.’

This wasn’t Grace’s emotion. She liked his hot breath and soft lips. She wanted his desire for her to grow stronger.

A thirst arose, wanting him to lead her to a ecstasy she had never experienced before.

In that moment, Lea realized she couldn’t rationally handle Terran’s desire. Physical longing and rational judgment were separate.

It wasn’t simply being swayed by physical love with him.

‘I must have liked Terran a lot.’

Though she always denied it, she finally understood. She had vowed to reject any relationship beyond Terran being her protector.

But in the end, her own heart was turning towards him too.

Lea burst into tears. No, she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Grace!”

Terran couldn’t hide his bewilderment seeing Grace cry at his caress.

Was it too much still? Seeing her cry in fear, his heart sank.

“Was I too forceful?”

He asked in an agitated tone. But Grace just sobbed like a child, without answering.

‘It’s happened again like this.’

Lea wasn’t afraid of Terran, but of love.

She felt like her body would go numb, intoxicated by the heat he radiated. Moreover, her firmly built reason crumbled miserably, bringing tears.

“Shh, don’t cry. I won’t rush.”

Terran gently covered Grace’s shoulders with her robe again. Then he softly pulled her into his arms. Gently and tenderly, as if soothing a child.

‘I was too hasty.’

Grace wasn’t a woman who easily pursued pleasure. Rather, she was like an inviolable sanctuary untouched by people.

“Terran, please give me a little time.”

A clear teardrop fell from Lea’s violet eyes. Terran looked at her as if time had stopped. Then he answered with a slight smile.

“Of course.”

Lea needed time to sort out her complex emotions. She had fallen too deep to push him away and run again.

Then overcoming her fear of love that existed within her came first. Without that, it was obvious she couldn’t fully accept him.

“It’s not that I dislike it. I just…”

Before Lea could finish speaking, his lips covered hers. It was a kiss full of comfort, with lust removed.

It was also an answer that he could wait long enough without her needing to make excuses.

Terran laid Lea down beside him and lay down facing her.

“Just being together is enough.”

Terran considered it a great achievement that Grace had allowed this much closeness. As long as she didn’t push him away.

How could a woman be this lovely? It was something unimaginable before.

‘You don’t know. How afraid I am of love.’

Lea carefully nestled into Terran’s arms. He and Allen were clearly different people. What mattered was her unhealed wound.

Though she shrank back in fear of love, she liked Terran.

Terran patted Grace in his arms as if she were a baby.

‘It would have been better if she were less lovable.’

A woman crying in fear looked prettier than one intoxicated with lust rushing at him.

He pressed his lips to Grace’s forehead and closed his eyes tightly.