The Twin Lycan Princes' Cursed Luna

Chapter 4 Negotiation

THIRD PERSON'S POV

There was an old, decrepit table in the room with a lamp on it. It was the only source of light in the room for Elma.

From the small window, she could see that it has completely gotten dark outside. Elma was planning to continue resting. However, the door opened and a man entered the room. The small flame of the lamp flickered, providing faint light.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, then wrung out a cloth to wipe his body, not bothering to avoid Elma's gaze. Elma, on the other hand, couldn't get her eyes off of him.

This man had an impressive physique. The muscles in his arms were bulging, and his chest and abs were extremely toned, exuding a sense of explosive power. His strong masculinity filled the small, cramped, and dilapidated room. It was unbelievable that this man was just nineteen. He looked like he had survived countless battles and came out triumphant.

But when Elma looked at his body with little light provided by the lamp, she saw how most of it was covered in various scars, deep and shallow.

These scars did not diminish the appeal of his physique but rather added a rugged charm to it.

Elma's face burned at the same time, her heartbeat ratcheted to a thunderous beat.

Her mind was buzzing, and she was blank, her gaze stuck on him for a long time. She was scared. There is no denying that. She's scared of these people. Mystery shrouded them and she finds it hard to trust people--especially strangers--after what Basil and Josephine did to her.

Woodrow, on the other hand, was looking at Elma. Seeing her terrified expression, he couldn't help but feel smug. At the same time, he wonders what makes her so scared.

The woman had been in an accident. She was too weak to even walk. But she sure has enough strength to give him the attitude. He couldn't help but find it funny. He decided to tease her a little bit.

"I'd tell you it's impolite to stare but I will not stop you," he said smugly as he angled his head to look at her. A wry smile curved his lips.

Elma couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. He knew she was staring!

But she gained her composure and said, "Why? Because you like the attention? I'm guessing you don't get it a lot from women."

He chuckled. The sound was dark and rich and it was giving her some kind of feeling she shouldn't even be feeling in the first place.

"And yet here we are," he said, taking a step forward. "You think I haven't noticed how excited you are right now, Elma?"

She swallowed hard. Of course, he'd notice!

"What?"

Before she could even say something, he was already in front of her. His presence completely dominated the whole room that she found it hard to breathe. She almost jumped on her feet when she felt his fingers on her chin.

"Don't worry," he said, pinching her chin slightly as he tilted it upwards, making her look at him.

"We'll consummate our marriage soon enough. You'll have all of me and of course..." he trailed as his fingers traveled from her chin to the length of her neck and finally stopped just above the valley of her breasts.

"...I'll have all of you."

She hitched her breath when he was too close. Too close for her own comfort. Her mind couldn't get enough of what he just said. He was going to consummate the marriage with her? They are not even married!

Deep down, she also felt a little relieved that at least this man is not going to force himself on her like she was expecting. She's getting nervous on what he was trying to imply. He's admitting that he's lusting over her.

"After you've eaten and taken the medicine, I'll help you wash," he said, bringing Elma back to the present. She hadn't noticed that the man has already taken a step back. While Elma was lost in thought, Woodrow had already taken out a set of patched clothes from the cabinet and put them on. He then carried a bowl of his used dirty water out the door and casually threw it into the yard.

This disruption caused Elma to completely forget her initial plan to have a serious talk with Woodrow.

Now, her mind was swimming with the thought of him helping her wash. She wanted to reprimand herself for why she was thinking about it in the first place.

Meanwhile, Rock and Sean are in the kitchen.

Rock looked at a pot of thin porridge, his eyebrows furrowed so much they could trap mosquitoes. "Didn't I tell you to put more rice in?"

Sean stood tall despite his small frame, and looking at the pot of porridge with barely any rice in it, he licked his lips and whispered, "Brother, I was at home and didn't do any work, so I'm not tired or hungry. You and Elma eat the thicker porridge; I'll just drink the rice soup. Besides, I ate some fruit this afternoon."

Rock didn't say anything, just turned to ladle the porridge. They only had three chipped bowls, and he scooped an equal amount of rice into each.

Sean hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Brother, I just want the rice soup."

Rock sternly said, "Eat what you are given. I already ate meat in town and don't want this porridge."

Sean dared not say another word and weakly nodded, "Okay."

Rock glanced at the kid, then added, "Tomorrow morning I'll cook the porridge, from now on, you follow how I cook. How many times have I told you not to worry about the money? I'll beat you if so much as talk about it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Brother," Sean pouted, tears welling in his eyes but he held them back.

As Sean left the kitchen, Rock added, "After eating, go to sleep. I'll clean the mess. Kids your age should be sleeping early."

After saying this, he carried the porridge and medicine back to the room.

"Eat the porridge before taking the medicine," Once inside, Woodrow put the medicine and porridge on the cabinet next to the bed, then helped Elma sit up before handing her the porridge.

Elma reached out to take it but he took it away.

"I'll feed you. You're weak right now. Don't drop and break my bowl," he said.

He then brought the bowl to Elma's lips and said, "I tasted it; it's not hot. Hurry up and drink."

Elma was very hungry, so she obediently drank the porridge.

After drinking the bowl of thin porridge where she could almost count the grains of rice, Elma felt much better. Her stomach was warm and she felt cozy all over.

However, it seemed like a grain of rice was stuck to the corner of her mouth. Elma subconsciously stretched her tongue to lick it, but she froze right after.

Woodrow's face suddenly came close, and a tongue licked the corner of her mouth, picking up the grain of rice, and in the process... their tongues touched. The warm and soft sensation felt like electricity running through Elma's body...

Damn it! She cursed silently.

Her whole body was numb.

Elma was dumbfounded as she stared at the man smacking his lips contentedly.

He just kissed her.