His Highness’ Secret Accountant

Chapter 273

"Hngh."

As Theon's rough breath touched her neck, a shallow groan came out of Ayla's mouth.

At the same time, her knees, which had been gathered together, parted slightly and allowed for a gap.

Her white thighs, exposed from under the skirt that had rolled up, touched Theon's waist.

A small exclamation flowed out of Ayla's mouth at the tingling sensation she felt in her neck.

Theon's hand trembled slightly as he swept away Ayla's black pearl hair.

At his hesitant appearance, Ayla, whose eyes were closed, put more pressure on her eyelids and embraced Theon's neck.

"You said you wouldn't stop."

The strings of reason that he had been holding on to snapped at Ayla's enchanting voice.

Soon after, Theon's gaze scanned every corner of Ayla's body like a beast that found its prey.

When her blouse, which had at some point become undone, fluttered and opened a gap, Theon's eyes filled with deep desire.

Theon's rough breath touched Ayla's white skin, which had been exposed from under her blouse.

The moist feeling gradually moved down, past her collarbone.

With an obscene moan, Ayla's body and face naturally arched back.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, Theon's fingers, which were sweeping down Ayla's back, undid his own shirt.

Theon's muscular body, which was well established, appeared furiously.

"I love you, Ayla."

As Theon's hoarse voice stimulated Ayla's ears, the corners of her mouth rolled up beautifully.

His voice, which did not contain a single lie, made her thumping heart pound as if it was going to burst.

"I love you."

With a rather rough breath, Ayla's sweet voice followed Theon's words.

The eyes of the two people that were exchanging a gaze widened, and they narrowed the distance a little.

Soon, Theon's soft and hot tongue came deep into her mouth and moved roughly, pushing her to the limit again.

His trembling fingers headed down under her rumpled skirt.

As if frightened by the unfamiliar touch felt over her thighs, Ayla's shoulders trembled weakly.

Theon gently pulled the slightly trembling Ayla into his arms to reassure her.

"You don't have to overdo it because of me."

Theon tidied Ayla's disheveled hair and spoke in a soft voice.

The gasping Ayla narrowed her eyes and silently accepted his touch.

The two people facing each other showed their affection towards one another.

As if telling him it was fine, Ayla shook her head and smiled faintly at Theon's worried gaze.

He was afraid that his greed would tarnish this small child.

Because he thought of her as something precious and wanted to cherish her.

Then, when Theon's fingertips slowly caressed Ayla's cheeks and he narrowed the distance again,

Knock, knock, knock.

After a cheerful knock, Mason's pleasant voice rang outside the door.

"Queen Estella is here."

At the same time, their foreheads twisted in an instant.

As if he was giving up now, Theon muttered, That's right, there's no way we would be left alone.', letting out a deep sigh.

***

Unlike the splendid outside, the three-story mansion on which the darkness fell was filled with silence.

There was not a single light in sight, as if the quiet mansion was unwilling to tolerate even the slightest noise.

The night went deeper and deeper, and when everyone was asleep, a suspicious silhouette peeked around the mansion.

The eyes that were exposed over the large robe rolled around and scanned left and right.

Confirming that no one was there, the dark figure took off the robe that was covering its head.

Immediately, Marquis Charne's face, profusely sweating, was illuminated by the moonlight.

"Ugh, there's no one here?"

Breathing roughly, the Marquis' steps quickly headed to the entrance of the mansion.

His eyes trembled and his lips were shut tight.

There was a clear expression of fear in Marquis Charne's figure.

Trudge, trudge.

Eventually, Marquis Charne's steps stopped at the main gate in front of the mansion.

As he was taking a deep breath to clear up his nervous mind and tidying his clothes,

Creak.

As if it had been waiting, the iron gate that was firmly closed opened with a dull sound.

The Marquis, who had come inside the mansion at some point, looked around as if trying to adjust his eyes to the dark interior.

Trudge, trudge.

The sound of footsteps coming from afar made Marquis Charne's body tense up.

Not long after, a middle-aged man walked slowly towards him, through the long hallway.

"Duke Daniel is waiting for you."

With a manly voice, the figure of Milton, Duke Daniel's secretary, appeared reflected in the candlelight.

Was it just his feeling? Even though he was definitely smiling brightly, there was a somewhat chilly atmosphere.

Staring at Milton, Marquis Charne trembled.

"I have something important to say to Duke Daniel."

"Yes. I am aware of that. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here so dangerously."

Milton's cynical words seemed to be embedded with a knife.

As if asking him why he had come here despite the risk.

Milton's cold gaze scanned Marquis Charne up and down.

Seeing the Marquis trembling as he looked at him made him feel a strange sense of victory while, at the same time, feeling sorry for him.

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