Master of Lust

Chapter - 195

"I know one day you'll wake up and tell me how much you missed me too," she murmured, her gaze fixed on his still form behind the glass. "I can't wait for that moment, my dear husband. We'll be reunited before you know it."

"Huh... Husband?"

Rick felt the floor slip away from beneath his feet. His head felt dizzy, no idea what the fuck was happening? From a quest to Megan, Hard core sex to this old man, and now this old witch to her husband? How did he end up here?

But the old witch was still lost in her own world after dropping the bomb on Rick.

As Evelina's grandmother stood by the man, lost in a world of her own tears and memories, Rick observed her with a calm demeanor. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the intensity of her emotions, seeing her so deeply entrenched in her own thoughts.

For her, that simple act of caressing the glass held profound significance. It wasn't just a gesture of affection; it was a lifeline, a way to cling to the memories of a lifetime spent together. Rick watched it all unfold before his eyes, silently bearing witness to the raw power of love and devotion.

The room seemed to pulse with emotion, thick with love and affection, as Evelina's grandmother poured her heart out beside the man she cherished. Just when the atmosphere couldn't get any heavier, the sleek doors of the lift whispered open once more, breaking the tension with a smooth click.

Rick turned to see who was entering, a smirk playing at his lips as he anticipated another familiar face. However, his smirk faltered as he recognized the figure stepping into the room. It was Geoffrey, a person he had encountered before in the Whispering Wetlands.

Rick couldn't hide the twinge of annoyance that flickered across his features when Geoffrey entered the room. Despite his irritation, he resigned himself to tolerating the sudden intrusion. Memories of their clashes during their previous encounters flooded Rick's mind, reminding him of their incompatible personalities.

As Geoffrey approached, he kept a respectful distance from Evelina's grandmother, who remained absorbed in her vigil by the ventilator. She spared him only a fleeting glance before returning her attention to her husband, her expression betraying no hint of warmth.

Rick couldn't help but wonder what had brought Geoffrey to their midst. It seemed too much of a coincidence for him to just show up out of the blue. Suspicion gnawed at Rick's thoughts, fueling his overactive imagination.

"Why is this bastard here?" Rick muttered under his breath, his frustration evident in his tone. He couldn't shake the feeling that Geoffrey's presence was intentional, adding a layer of suspicion and curiosity to the already tense atmosphere.

'Damn butler,' Rick cursed quietly to himself, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

Geoffrey positioned himself beside the old woman, his expression meticulously crafted to exude a sense of solemnity and sorrow. Rick couldn't help but notice the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was as if Geoffrey had flipped a switch, morphing from his usual self into a master of pretense. His facade of grief seemed almost too perfect, his features contorted in an exaggerated display of sadness.
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Being the keen observer he was, Rick caught the flicker of insincerity in Geoffrey's eyes. It was like spotting a glitch in a perfectly programmed robot. He knew there was more to Geoffrey than met the eye, a man all too willing to manipulate emotions for his own ends. As their gazes locked, Rick couldn't resist the temptation to provoke him, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

And that worked like a charm. His jab seemed to hit home, eliciting a reaction he hadn't quite anticipated. Along with annoyance, he watched as a storm of shock, anger, and frustration clouded Geoffrey's features, his carefully constructed facade crumbling in an instant.

'Looks like I struck a nerve,' Rick quipped, unable to contain his amusement at Geoffrey's sudden loss of composure. He knew he had gotten under the old butler's skin, and for a moment, it felt like a small victory in the midst of the tension that hung heavy in the air.

Geoffrey's expression shifted drastically when he laid eyes on Rick, his longtime rival, standing there amidst the solemnity of the moment. It was clear from his face that he hadn't anticipated this unexpected encounter, and it threw him off balance.

A tense silence settled between them, the weight of it almost tangible in the air around them. Rick could sense the turmoil churning within Geoffrey, his struggle to maintain his facade of composure becoming increasingly evident.

As Geoffrey gritted his teeth, Rick could practically feel the tension crackling in the air. The rage simmering behind Geoffrey's eyes was palpable, like a volcano on the brink of eruption. It was a stark contrast to the composed facade he had presented just moments before.

Rick watched with a mix of amusement and wariness as Geoffrey struggled to keep his emotions in check.

Geoffrey stood there, his gaze locked on Rick, lost in a whirlwind of memories that threatened to overwhelm him. It was like a movie reel playing in his mind, flashing back to all the times Rick had humiliated him, defied him, challenged his authority, embarrassed him in front of BloodThrone family, and ultimately caused him to lose his place within the BloodThorne family.

As he stared at Rick, Geoffrey felt a surge of anger and frustration bubbling up inside him. Rick's presence was a reminder of all the wounds he had inflicted, the scars of which still throbbed with pain.

"Damn you, Rick," Geoffrey muttered under his breath, his voice thick with resentment. "You always had to be the thorn in my side, didn't you?"

Rick raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Just doing my part to keep things interesting, Geoffrey," he replied with a smirk, his tone laced with mischief.

Geoffrey gritted his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides. He had tried so hard to rebuild his reputation, to erase the stain of his past encounters with Rick. But no matter how far he had come, he could never quite recover from what Rick did to him.

From the moment the Old Matriarch has opened her eyes, there wasn't the same confidence that she looked at him. There was doubt in there.

Geoffrey cursed his luck as he found himself face to face with Rick once more. Rick's very presence felt like a cruel twist of fate, dredging up memories that weakened Geoffrey's resolve. A simmering rage boiled within him, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"How dare you show your face here? Who gave you authority to come here?", unable to hold his grudges and past threats, Geoffrey found a suitable time to take his revenge, questioning back at his authority.

He thought the Matriarch would surely approve of his bold confrontation, but his hopes of gaining her favor were dashed in an instant.

Before Geoffrey could even catch his breath, Rick's cutting retort pierced the air like a well-aimed arrow, leaving Geoffrey stunned and speechless.

"When the master stays silent in my presence, why should I bother with the barking of his lapdog?" Rick's words reverberated through the room like a thunderclap, sending a shockwave through Geoffrey's entire being.

The room fell silent, the weight of Rick's words hanging heavy in the air. His expression froze as the weight of Rick's words sank in. His mind racing to process the humiliation of being put in his place once again. But he had no witty comeback, no retort to salvage his wounded pride.

Geoffrey stood there, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. He felt like a puppet on Rick's string, always dancing to his tune. Rick's words had cut him to the core, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As Rick continued to assert his dominance, Geoffrey could feel a bitter taste rising in his throat, threatening to choke him. It was humiliating, being stripped bare in front of Evelina's grandmother, his facade of bravado crumbling like a cheap facade.

With gritted teeth, Geoffrey tried to muster some semblance of composure, but it was futile. Rick's presence seemed to cast a shadow over everything, filling the room with an oppressive atmosphere of anger and frustration.

Finally, Evelina's grandmother tore her gaze away from her husband and fixed her eyes on Rick. Her expression was unreadable, her stare piercing through him like daggers.

Rick felt a chill run down his spine as he met her gaze, flabbergasted by the intensity of her stare. It was as if she could see right through him, laying bare his every flaw and insecurity. In that moment, Rick couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over him, wondering what thoughts were swirling behind those piercing eyes.

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Q. What do you think? Is the Old Matriarch going to propose?

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