Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 178: Not dead?

The morning light poured through the gauzy curtains of the bedroom, casting a soft, golden glow across the tangled sheets and the three bodies nestled together.

Ravene was lying on Brandon’s left, her head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest.

Eira was on his right with her leg slung over his and her cheek resting on his arm.

Brandon stirred slowly, his eyes fluttering open as the sunlight teased at his senses.

He blinked against the light, his gaze drifting to the ceiling and he turned his head slightly, looking at Ravene and Eira.

Their faces were peaceful in sleep, Ravene’s lips slightly parted and Eira’s lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks.

Careful not to wake them, Brandon began to move.

He started with Ravene, gently lifting her arm from his chest, his fingers brushing against her soft skin as he eased it onto the mattress.

She stirred faintly, a soft hum escaping her lips, but her eyes remained closed.

Brandon leaned down, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender kiss and his hand trailed down, his fingers grazing the curve of her breast, giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze.

"Sleep well..." he whispered a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her settle deeper into the pillows.

He turned to Eira next, carefully untangling her leg from his.

Brandon’s hand rested on her shoulder, steadying her as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, his lips lingering for a mont as he breathed in the faint scent of her skin.

His hand slid down, cupping her breast gently, his thumb brushing over her skin in a soft, playful squeeze.

With a final glance at the two won, Brandon carefully slid out from between them, stepping down from the bed.

The sheets rustled faintly as he moved, but neither Ravene nor Eira woke up.

He stood for a mont looking at the two beautiful won sleeping on teh bed.

He grabbed a pair of sweatpants from a chair in the corner, slipping them on and ran a hand through his tousled hair as he made his way to the bathroom.

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Feeling refreshed, Brandon headed downstairs.

Brandon could already hear the faint clink of dishes and he knew Elize is alreadu yp cooking breakfast.

Brandon stepped into the kitchen, the morning light streaming through the window above the sink, casting a warm glow over the space.

Elize stood at the stove as usual, her hair loosely tied back, a few strands falling free to fra her face.

As Brandon’s bare feet padded softly across the cool tiles, Elize turned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

"Good morning, darling,"

He ca up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a gentle, familiar hug.

His chest pressed against her back as he leaned down, his lips finding the soft curve of her neck.

He placed a tender kiss there, "Morning, Aunt Elize."

Elize let out a soft hum as she tilted her head slightly to give him better access.

Her hands rested on his arms, her fingers squeezing gently "You’re up early. Thought you’d sleep in after... well, whatever kept you busy last night."

Brandon chuckled as he pressed another kiss to her neck.

He gently turned her head with a hand on her cheek, guiding her to face him.

Without a word, he leaned in, his lips finding hers in a soft kiss.

Elize’s lips parted under his, returning the kiss with the sa passion, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned into him.

Pulling back from the kiss, Brandon grinned, leaning against the counter as he watched her work "Need any help? Or should I just stand here and admire the chef?"

Elize snorted softly, stirring the pot "No help needed, dear. I am old but I can handle myself pretty well."

He nodded his head softly and looked at her cooking.

Looking at him, she spoke "I can see that you are getting stronger; guess the training in japan for days didn’t went to waste."

Upon hearing about Japan, his gaze dulled, and he looked away, his fingers absently tracing the edge of the counter.

Elize noticed it quickly and her eyes narrowed slightly "What happened, Kael?"

With a soft sigh, he replied "Nothing... the training went well. But I t... Yeon in Japan."

Huh? Elize’s hand, which was stirring the pot, stopped ’Yeon? His ex? She is alive? I can’t imagine Charlotte failing at her task. What happened?’

His gaze lowered "I talked a bit with her... nothing big."

Looking at the sadness blooming on her face, Elize’s heart twisted in anger ’That cunt is still alive?’

A cold glint passed through her eyes ’I need to ask Charlotte or I need to go and personally kill her.’

She reached up and patted his head "She is past; forget about her. Now you have Ravene and Eira, who really love you for who you are."

A dry smile appeared on her lips as she spoke "Especially Rave, I stumbled into her room 2 days ago and the sight I saw..."

"Haa... she was having your underwear on her face and pleasuring herself calling out your na."

Eh? Brandon blinked in surprise and was quite embarrassed "Uh... that’s..." he stamred, rubbing the back of his neck.

Elize shook her head helplessly "Seems like she has so insane sex drive."

Brandon’s embarrassnt faded into a sheepish grin "I will keep that in check."

"Hm... good." Humming under her breath, she focused on cooking again.

His gaze softened and he raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, looking at her beautiful face.

His heart ached as he looked at her, a quiet longing that had been there for years, growing stronger with every mont they shared.

He has loved her for years and finally, now they are very close and even kiss each other... but still there is sothing missing.

The love Elize has towards him is familial; it is not the kind of love he hoped for.

Brandon’s hand lingered near her ear, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek before falling to his side.

He forced a small smile, though his eyes betrayed the conflict within him "You’re sothing else, Aunt Elize,"

He wanted to say more, to bridge the gap between what he felt and what she offered, but the words caught in his throat, heavy with the fear of disrupting the love they already shared.

Elize glanced at him, her eyes catching the shift in his expression and she frowned slightly "What’s that look for?"

She set the spoon down, turning to face him fully, "You’re not still thinking about that Yeon nonsense, are you?"

He shook his head, his smile softening as he looked at her. "No, it’s not that. Just... glad to be ho. With you."

Elize’s expression softened, and she reached out, patting his cheek gently, "Good. This is where you belong, darling. Now, stop moping and grab those plates. This stew’s almost ready..."

"Alright..."

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Walking upstairs, Elize stepped into her room.

She opened the cupboard door, pushing aside a neatly folded stack of scarves to reveal a small, locked box tucked in the corner.

She unlocked the box to reveal her private mobile reserved for matters too sensitive for her everyday phone.

Elize retrieved the mobile and her fingers were steady despite the anger simring beneath her calm exterior.

She powered it on, the screen casting a faint blue glow as she navigated to a contact: Charlotte.

Without hesitation, she pressed the call button, holding the phone to her ear as she walked to the window, her eyes fixed on the garden below.

The line rang once, twice, before connecting with a soft click.

Charlotte on the other end picked up the call quickly "Bigsister?"

With a nod, Elize replied "Where are you right now?"

"I am heading to Italy nnow to clear a tower there."

Elize’s gaze condensed, her eyes narrowing as she turned from the window "I want to ask about Yeon. Kael’s ex-girlfriend..."

Hearing this, Charlotte’s gaze quivered "...Big Sister."

Feeling the hesitation in her voice, Elize’s gaze narrowed "Charlotte, don’t hide anything from . Tell , I told you to kill her. Why is she still alive?"

Letting out a soft breath, Charlotte replied "It’s complicated..."

Elize’s jaw tightened in anger "Complicated? You’re the best at what you do, Charlotte. I trusted you to handle this. Kael ran into her in Japan and talked to her. Do you know what that did to him? The look on his face..."

"That woman broke his heart. She doesn’t get to just live and show up to hurt him again. What were you thinking?"

But despite her anger, she took a deep breath to steady herself "Tell everything now, Charlotte."

Hearing this, Charlotte hesitated for a mont before replying "Big sister, the real reason she broke up with him... is because of ."

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Brandon walked to a door before raising his hand and knocking on the door.

In the next second, the door opened and a punch directly fell on his gut.

"You damn fucking bastard!"

"Urgh..."