Chapter 137 – Side Story: Lucia (5)
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Isabella’s office.
Compared to before, Isabella only spends part of the day doing her work.
Now Mr. Gordon no longer gave Isabella the same duties as before.
Even if he covered it up with his own connections, there would have been a judgment that it would be unreasonable to raise a family member who committed a serious crime to become the central axis of the business.
Or you may simply think of it as a risk.
Whatever it was, she was no longer important to Isabella.
In the first place, she only distinguished herself in the field of business and operations, and her desire was far from taking over the family business.
Just because Isabella is Gordon’s only relative, she is nothing more than a piece of trash that shares in his income.
Of course, such a situation had no meaning to Isabella. Because to her, external evaluations, especially Gordon’s evaluations, were meaningless.
And she was confident too. She is confident that no matter what she does, she cannot fail, and that even if she goes through hardships, she will eventually be able to achieve what she wants.
And…
Isabella took her eyes off the papers she had been doing earlier and turned to the sofa in one corner of her room.
There, there was a woman lying on the sofa, looking languidly at the ceiling with half-closed eyes.
The sight of her gray hair flowing down from the sofa and onto the floor, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight pouring in through her window, was like watching a silver waterfall.
The white robes that Isabella had handmade gave the illusion of being like a painting. The illusion that the beautiful saint depicted in the painting is alive and breathing right before her eyes.
As if she felt his gaze, her head tilted and her green eyes turned towards her, and then she smiled, disappearing behind her eyelids.
Yes.
All she needed was her saint.
Proof that God is with you.
“Bella?”
She called her by her own name and by her nickname. A pleasant shiver arose. There were very few people who called her by her nickname, and since she allowed her nickname to Sianna, only one person has been able to call herself Bella.
“Has it already been so long?”
Time?
Isabella, who came to her senses after hearing her words, notices that Sianna is laughing with her face in front of her.
No, it wasn’t Sianna getting in her face. Before she knew it, she noticed that Sianna, who was sitting up, was holding her chin and pulling her head closer.
These days, Isabella often forgets what she is doing. There were frequent cases where, by the time she regained consciousness, the day was over, or she was doing something completely different from what she last remembered.
However, when she came to her senses, Sianna was always next to her.
“… The Sacrament of Confession…”
She slowly reached out her hand and gently took Isabella’s hand holding her chin.
Her cool, pleasant touch moved her fingers and brought them to her own mouth.
“… I think it would be better to postpone it until night.”
The saint smiled a charming eye, and when she finished speaking, she gently wrapped her lips around Isabella’s index finger.
The warmth of her fingertips, the feel of her soft lips, the flick of her tongue, teasing her, biting lightly with her teeth before letting go.
Side.
The sound of wind blowing through the narrow gap between her lips.
The feeling of her fingers becoming cold after losing their warmth for a split second makes me realize even more what she just did.
The light in both eyes is a clear sign of temptation.
There were so many nuances about her in the way she delicately moved her slender fingers and played with her own hands.
Isabella had an unconscious smile on her lips. A smile full of happiness.
With her always pious appearance, the way she treats everyone kindly but behaves like a seductress in front of herself.
The difference is the feeling of disconnection that comes from looking completely different from usual.
Isabella gave her saintess a little strength in her grip, forcing her two small hands up and kissing her.
Movement of the tongue that actively engages without rejecting.
The two tongues brush against each other, collide, and slide with a slurry sound.
Her head becomes lighter, her ears and senses focus solely on the two, and she strokes Sianna’s hair with her other hand. The saint’s tongue moves in her mouth as if it feels good, encouraging her actions.
A small voice sounded in Isabella’s head. The forgetfulness I’ve been feeling a lot lately is said to be caused by a feeling of helplessness in relationships, which has become so frequent now.
However, if the price of this pleasure was forgetfulness, Isabella was willing to pay any amount.
After a long kiss, the two parted ways, breathing heavily and craving oxygen. The solid line of saliva formed between the two lips is broken, but the two stay at a close distance and look into each other’s eyes, as if they will reunite at any moment.
Those green eyes that now look so much like mine.
Isabella no longer hesitated to put her thoughts into her own eyes, and she knew very well what would be reflected in those green eyes.
Intense desire, carnal desires and lust.
A smile is drawn on the saint’s lips,
Knock.
When the sound echoes from the doorway, the two faces naturally turn to the doorway.
“Oh my.”
Sianna sighed softly, took her hands out of Isabella’s hands, reached out to Isabella’s cheeks, and wiped her lips with her thumbs.
“Unfortunately, a guest has arrived.”
Saying that, he brought her cleaned hand to his mouth and lightly sucked his thumb, cleaned up her own mouth, and walked across her room to open her door as if nothing had happened. 〈 Br〉
Isabella just smiled as she watched her back moving away.
Yes.
I don’t need anything, not this mansion, not money, not other people.
Only Siana.
All that was needed was for the saint to look at her.
When Siana opened the door, a woman in shabby clothes was standing there.
The woman, dressed in plain, solid-colored clothes, was shaking her body. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried hard, and her hands were shaking as if she was clutching something.
Sianna smiled kindly after confirming who she was.
“Welcome, Lucia. What’s going on?”
It was time to take care of Mason, but she looked so tired in her expression and demeanor that Sianna decided not to ask about it.
As a saint, she had a duty to be kind to everyone and help those who were tired find peace.
“… “I came to see Isabella.”
There was a tired look in her brown eyes.
Sianna moved out of the way of her door, and Lucia passed her and approached her Isabella.
Lucia looked at Isabella with her weary eyes, without saying a word, and Isabella looked her up and down with her indifferent eyes.
“So?”
Eventually, the first words came out of Isabella’s mouth.
Lucia held out her trembling hand forward. Sianna approached the two and was able to see what Lucia was holding in her hand.
A faded, sculpted flower.
No, not exactly-
“Isabella.”
Sianna felt a gentle tremor in her Lucia’s voice.
Anger, sadness.
And the deep reverberations of regret.
“Do you recognize what this is?”
Isabella looked back and forth between her and the headdress she held in her hands.
“It’s a headdress.”
Isabella spoke calmly.
“Mason gave it to you as a gift? Why is it in your hand?”
“… Why is it in my hand?”
The tremors spreading throughout Lucia’s body became so intense that they could be seen from afar, and could be felt in her voice.
“It’s natural for me to have it. You took it. “You stole the gift my sister gave me.”
“That’s right.”
Isabella calmly nodded her head.
“So what?”
It was still just added in plain language.
“… That’s shameless.”
After a long period of silence, these were the words Lucia spat out between her clenched teeth.
Ah.
“No. Lucia.”
A person who commits a sin must truly understand the sin he or she has committed.
“You’re the one who was shameless.”
Only those who truly know their sins can truly regret their sins.
Lucia’s brown eyes, sparkling with anger, turned to Lucia, but she paid him no mind.
“If it were you in the past, would you even have cared if the headdress was in Isabella’s hands?”
Poor person.
You would have snorted. Why do you have that cheap headdress?
“I guess he told me to throw it away because it reminded him of the sister who abandoned him.”
A pitiful person.
“But now, why are you so angry about a gift from her sister that you yourself must have forgotten about?”
They still can’t see their mistakes.
She hugged Lucia behind her. The tremors that were close to convulsions throughout her body and the heightened emotions felt good.
“You still can’t accept this situation.”
She lifted her tiptoes and whispered softly in Lucia’s ear.
She still harbors anger towards Bella.
I still can’t accept that I’m in a situation where I’m paying for my sins.
“Repentance means regretting one’s sins. “You realize that any hardships and sad events are caused by your own actions, and you humbly accept them.”
Ah, I have a long way to go.
A person who knows that they have committed a crime, but is not ready to receive appropriate punishment for it.
“It’s a shame.”
Your behavior, your immature self-awareness.
But it’s okay.
Because there are people like you who will show mercy and correct their behavior.
Because that is the reason for the saint’s existence.
Now.
Since I haven’t been able to properly repent, it’s my turn to help.
“Now.”
She whispered sweetly in Lucia’s ear.
“It’s time for punishment.”
