The Author And Her Protagonist

Eugene follows the young maid to the restroom voluntarily, thinking that the girl he loves needs his help and support.

A beautiful woman in a red dress stood in the shadows, watching Eugene leave. She didn’t think anything was strange about it at first, until she noticed Mithreene watching the two from behind the hall pillar.

“Isn’t that lady the personal maid of the Third Princess? Why is she keeping such a close eye on the Crown Prince?” Elena wondered as she twirled the champagne glass in her hand.

She cast a glance at Edgar, who was far away among the nobles. Elena frowned when she didn’t see Cheryl standing next to the man she loved. Instead of being happy, the sexy lady felt strange about it.

“What happened to that woman?” Elena, who had just swallowed bitterly from the Marquess and Marchioness of Northland’s act of affection in front of her, had negative thoughts as soon as she didn’t see one of them on the other side.

“Edgar is a typical possessive person. It’s impossible for him to leave his woman alone.”

Elena’s eyes brightened as if she were solving a puzzle and finding the missing piece.

“That woman suddenly disappeared, and the Crown Prince fled somewhere in a panic. What kind of chance is this?” Elena cocked her head, contemplating, “I recall hearing rumours that this woman is close to the Crown Prince. Is it possible…?”

Her instincts told her that something wasn’t quite right behind Eugene Laverty’s departure.

Elena moved quickly through the crowd, trying not to be seen by Mithreene, who happened to be looking at her. Elena’s red dress swayed with the movement of her waist.

Elena looked back in the direction Eugene and the maid had left, certain Mithreene was no longer paying attention.

She wasn’t one to get involved in other people’s affairs. But there’s no harm in being cautious; who knows what events will unfold in her favour?

Elena decided to devise her own strategy while observing the situation.

–

The crown prince, on the other hand, continued to follow the little maids until they entered a specific area without suspicion.

Eugene, on the other hand, frowned when he realised who owned this property.

“Isn’t this the Third Princess’ private resting place? What brought you here?” Eugene inquired, somewhat warily.

“The Marchioness is indeed inside, before she asked the Third Princess to lend her the room,” the young maid explained.

Eugene didn’t believe the maid’s explanation because he knew exactly what Yvette and Cheryl’s relationship was like.

He was certain that such an exchange between the two was impossible.

Eugene remembered seeing Yvette and Cheryl together at the buffet table, but that didn’t put his mind at ease.

He was about to say something, but the young maid had already opened the massive golden door, which was exquisitely carved. The door slowly opened, revealing the figure of a woman lying on the bed in the room.

“Please, Your Highness, The Marchioness is waiting for you inside,” Eugene’s maid half-bowed.

The man, who was initially hesitant, no longer paid attention to the maid beside him and left her alone as soon as his eyes caught a familiar figure.

He entered the room.

Step by step, the crown prince rose to his feet. His heavy shoes thumped against the thick carpet that stretched across the floor, muffled. Eugene approached the woman in the green gown who was lying on the bed.

“Cheryl?” Eugene spoke softly.

Eugene could clearly see what Cheryl looked like now that they were so close.

Her dress had a low collar that had now opened lower, exposing more than half of the two white hills on her chest that should not have been visible. The young woman’s breath was quick, causing the white hills to move up and down, as if they wanted to be touched.

Eugene struggled to swallow his saliva.

“Cheryl?” He called again as he bent down and gently patted Cheryl on the shoulder, hoping she would respond.

Cheryl is not completely conscious. While her body was hot and her mind was chaotic and foggy, she sensed something else growing stronger. The sensation made her body itch, as if she wanted to be rubbed and touched.

It is more accurately described as an instinct for something immoral.

Cheryl’s sanity is currently less than half. For some reason, when she heard a gentle voice calling out to her, her ears felt a slight pleasant sensation.

Consider the sensation of being hot and then suddenly feeling a gentle breeze pass through your skin. That’s how it appears.

The woman slowly opened her eyes. Her big watery eyes narrowed as she locked her gaze on Eugene’s handsome face. She extended her hand to touch the man’s cheek. Her movements were erratic, exposing the sleeves of the gown that covered her arms.

Eugene was taken aback when he noticed a white hand reaching out to him. Especially when those hands greedily touched not only his face, but also his sensitive ears.

Warm soft fingertips traced Eugene’s earlobe, which gradually warmed up to the touch.

The naughty fingers are not satisfied. The tenderness continued to caress the crown prince’s lips.

Eugene grabbed Cheryl’s hand as she was about to touch his lips for the second time.

Eugene’s breathing became erratic, but he tried to remain calm while warning Cheryl, “Don’t act like this.”

The woman on the bed ignored the prince’s cold warning. Instead, she smiled seductively, complemented by a slightly dishevelled appearance, the woman’s white face and neck glistened with sweat and flushed cheeks.

“Cheryl, your face is bright red… are you all right?”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Eugene tries to remain calm in the face of Cheryl’s overly seductive appearance. Knowing that something was wrong with Cheryl now, he tried to keep the moral of decency above his heart.

“Handsome fella…” Cheryl mumbled. Her pink tongue protruded from her mouth, licking her plump red lower lip as if she were looking at delectable food. “I have a thing for handsome men. Come on in and let this old lady admire you.”

She tugs at the front of Eugene’s clothes, as if that isn’t enough. Eugene is caught off guard by the tug. As a result, the man landed directly on top of the woman’s tender body.

“Ah!”

Eugene exclaimed, and the man’s eyes widened as he realised his face was pressed against two mounds of soft white flesh.

He retreated frantically but did not actually move away. Simply holding his body with both hands in an ambiguous position.

“Why are you leaving? Come on, put to it once more, come on!” As she grabbed the back of Eugene’s neck, the woman below smiled mischievously.

“Do you know who I am, Cheryl?” Eugene inquired.

His voice was hoarse, and his heart was racing. Cheryl’s current appearance is extremely difficult to resist.

“I know.”

Cheryl herself is unsure who the man she is reaching for is. This man just looked familiar to her. Her body felt at ease when she made physical contact with this man. His body’s heat was reduced.

However, Cheryl was dissatisfied because this man was awkward and even intended to stay away. So she grabbed it to keep herself from fleeing.

Cheryl grabbed Eugene’s coat and rushed to rip it off, terrified that her handsome man would flee again.

Several buttons from his coat had become dislodged and rolled onto the floor.

Eugene is affected by Cheryl’s brutal actions. The man’s thoughts quickly vanished into the fog.

“Are you aware of what you’re doing, Cheryl?” Eugene uttered a low growl. His breath caught, and his voice was impatient.

“What? Do I need to elaborate? Let’s get started! You understand what I mean, don’t you?” Cheryl responded with a haughty and seductive sentence. Without considering whether or not it is appropriate.

“What?” Eugene, who had been suppressing his feelings for Cheryl for so long, was taken aback for a moment by her response.

In an instant, the boundaries he had set for himself crumbled. Eugene charged forward, kissing the lovely pink lips in front of him.

Eugene, who had decided to push the boundaries, was apparently felt by Cheryl as well. She grinned contentedly “Do it right away, Edgar! I’m annoyed that you dragged your feet for so long. You don’t usually do that, do you?”

Eugene froze, only an inch between them, when he heard those lips say a name.

“Edgar?” Eugene scoffs and repeats his name. “Did you think I was Edgar?”

“If not Edgar, then who?” Cheryl’s round eyes blinked.

Cheryl responded innocently, then babbled incoherently while adopting a seductive posture.

This time, the handsome man took a step back. He took a deep breath and laughed at himself.

His mind, which had previously been obscured by lust, became clear.

Eugene’s heart sinks as he looks back at Cheryl rolling on the bed. He was immediately aware of the situation. That they had both fallen into someone’s trap

–

Several nobles were still bothering Edgar in the hall with various uninteresting chatter. If Edgar hadn’t needed them later, he wouldn’t have served whatever they said.

A young maidservant unexpectedly bumped into Edgar from behind during a long conversation. Fortunately, the maid didn’t have anything in her hand, but her presence was strong enough to draw the attention of many people.

The maid immediately knelt down to apologise after realising her mistake. Her expression became even more terrified when she realised who she had hit.

“Marquess! Ma– Marquess!”

The maid’s actions appeared to be deliberate and exaggerated. Edgar was aware of it. And it bothered him greatly. The man waved his hand and told the little maid to leave without saying anything.

However, the servant did not move from his position and pretended to be in a difficult situation. She was trembling, looking at Edgar and then back the way she had come.

“What’s wrong with you?” enraged Edgar.

“I… I…” the maidservant was terrified, as if she didn’t know whether to speak or not.

This right piques the interest of the invited guests. Even Marius and Yvette, who were greeting guests on the other side of the hall, came running over to find out what had happened.

“Don’t be afraid to speak up. What occurred?” Yvette patiently persuaded the maid.

The maid bit her lower lip before saying, “I just saw the Crown Prince and…,” the maid paused before looking fearfully at Edgar.

“And the Crown Prince? who? Just say it, please.” Yvette continues to persuade in a subtle manner.

“In the rest room, I saw the Crown Prince and the Marchioness doing something unkind.”

The young maid completed her sentence in a single breath.

The entire hall fell silent as soon as she spoke.

Edgar stepped forward, unnoticed, and grabbed the young maidservant by the neck.

“Can you repeat who you saw?”