Ethan Barnes pressed his thin lips together.
"So, Carlotta is your Achilles’ heel, right? Now that your weakness is in my hands, you must listen to ," Celeste Linden articulated slowly.
Ethan Barnes found it amusing; he’d never been subjected to anyone in his life before—this was the first ti.
The person daring to blackmail him, Celeste Linden, was certainly the first.
"Celeste Linden, do you realize what a dangerous ga you’re playing? Don’t you know that a dead person’s lips are the tightest?"
Celeste Linden’s heart sank; she had forgotten, besides letting her go, Ethan could also end her life. Indeed, a dead person’s lips are the most tight-lipped, ensuring Carlotta would never know the story between him and her.
Celeste t Ethan’s gloomy gaze, "Would you kill then?"
Ethan remained silent.
"If you don’t want to kill , then let go. I hope you consider it carefully." With that, Celeste turned and returned to her room.
...
She had no initiative in this matter, so Celeste could only passively wait for news from Ethan to see if he would let her go.
Celeste felt he wouldn’t take her life, especially since her brother was here; if she died, it would be hard to explain to Miles.
Whether because of worries or not, Celeste found herself with no appetite. The chef here was rather skilled, each al was sumptuous, yet Celeste suddenly felt unwell from slling these scents, unable to eat a bite.
Perhaps she was simply too anxious lately.
But that evening, when the maid brought in the stewed bone broth, Celeste pressed her hand against her heart, feeling the urge to vomit.
She rushed to the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, and vomited violently.
She hadn’t eaten anything; all she threw up was acidic water.
Standing at the sink, she washed her face with cold water. As she looked at herself in the mirror, her face was pale, resembling a ghost. What was happening to her?
Suddenly, Celeste stiffened—she thought of sothing she’d overlooked; her period hadn’t co for a while.
Her period always had been punctual, but this ti it was already over half a month late.
Celeste broke into a cold sweat as she recalled the night of Mid-Autumn, over half a month ago, when Ethan suddenly stord into her room and assaulted her, without taking any precautions, and she hadn’t taken the morning after pill.
Impossible, Ethan was already vasectomized, so by logic, it shouldn’t cause a woman to conceive. Celeste reassured herself with this.
However, she still felt uneasy because she’d seen cases around her where soone got pregnant despite a vasectomy.
This procedure doesn’t guarantee 100% contraception.
Celeste was montarily in panic, fingers gripping the sink, contemplating what to do if she truly was pregnant.
She shouldn’t be pregnant, she didn’t want to carry Ethan’s child.
The urgent matter was to test whether she was pregnant indeed, but she was trapped here, unable to visit a hospital or buy a pregnancy test.
What should she do?
Got it, Carlotta regularly had a doctor visit, she could discreetly bribe the doctor to buy a pregnancy test.
With the plan set, Celeste quickly collected herself and strode out of her room, heading straight to Carlotta’s room.
Both Carlotta and Ethan were in the room, and Ethan had instructed people to bring strawberries from abroad because Carlotta loved them.
Ethan held a plump red strawberry to Carlotta’s lips, "Carlotta, taste and see if this strawberry is sweet?"
Carlotta took a dainty bite at the pointed end of the strawberry, "Mmm, very sweet. Ethan, try it."
"Okay, I’ll give it a try." Ethan suddenly leaned over and kissed Carlotta’s red lips.
Carlotta moaned softly, her legs weakening, unable to support herself. Her small hands clutched Ethan’s shirt, half resisting, half welcoming.
Ethan kissed her passionately; this was his most beloved girl. He too was at an age of youthful vigor, having focused only on Carlotta’s injuries initially; now that Carlotta’s body was fine, he hadn’t had any intimate relations in a long ti, surely he had needs.
While kissing, Ethan held Carlotta, retreating backward until they both fell onto the soft bed.
"Ethan~" Carlotta called sweetly.
"Mmm? I’m here." Ethan reached to unfasten Carlotta’s buttons.
"Ethan, there’s sothing I want to tell you. Over the years, I’ve endured inhuman abuse and I’m no longer pure, I’m sullied. Ethan, if you find repulsive...mmm!"
Ethan silenced all her words, now proving with actions that he has neither repulsion nor disdain.
Carlotta’s body softened like water, involuntarily wrapping Ethan’s waist.
The atmosphere in the room escalated instantly, growing extrely intimate.
Suddenly, with a "creak", the door to the room was pushed open.
Who’s there?
Ethan quickly looked up, his eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, scanning towards the doorway.
Celeste stood frozen at the door, noticing it was ajar. She had barely pushed it open when she saw the scene inside.
Ethan and Carlotta were entwined on the bed, kissing fiercely.
"Cousin, why are you here?" Carlotta asked, shy and quickly covering herself as she sat up.
Interrupted, Ethan looked at Celeste with displeasure, "Don’t you know to knock before entering?"
Celeste, knowing she was at fault, quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn’t see anything, please continue."
With that, Celeste closed the door.
Ethan, "—"
"Ethan." Carlotta’s small hands ca up, holding his sturdy waist, gazing at him tenderly.
Ethan suddenly lost interest, he looked tenderly at Carlotta in his arms, "Carlotta, rest so more; we have plenty of ti."
Carlotta found him so considerate and gentle; she genuinely felt she was the happiest woman alive, "Mmm, okay."
While holding Carlotta, Ethan’s gaze wandered to where Celeste had disappeared.
...
Celeste hadn’t expected to stumble upon Ethan and Carlotta’s intimate mont. The image of Ethan kissing Carlotta flickered in her mind.
Recalling how he used to love kissing her, Celeste felt disgusted, and the suppressed acidic bile rose again, making her want to vomit.
Now, anxious and restless, she had no idea how to get the pregnancy test, and didn’t know if she truly was pregnant.
Then, with a "clack," her room’s door suddenly opened.
Celeste looked up and saw Ethan had co in.
He hadn’t stepped into her room for quite so ti. Since Carlotta’s return, this was the first ti he’d co over.
What was he here for?
Ethan walked in, then shut the door behind him, locking it.
Alard by his actions, Celeste rose quickly, defensively watching him, "What are you doing here? Doesn’t Carlotta need you anymore?"
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