Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Keeping Out Children Who Wander at Night

Chapter 227 Keeping Out Children Who Wander at Night

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Cheiron’s arm circled around her from behind, settling across her waist with a light, easy hold. His palm rested against the warm skin beneath the silk, his thumb brushing absently over the curve of her hip before going still.

The night deepened. The curtains had been left slightly parted, and moonlight slanted through the gap, pooling silver across the floor.

At some point, soft footsteps approached from the corridor and halted just outside the door. The handle turned twice. It was locked.

“My Lady…” Timothy’s voice came through the door, low and muffled, laced with a carefully calibrated mix of injury and hope. “Are you asleep? I got scared on my own…”

Margaret wasn’t asleep. She heard him, rolled over, shut her eyes, and decided to play possum.

Timothy had turned putting on a pitiful act into a fine art. Answer even once, and he’d be through the door and climbing into bed before she finished the sentence.

Behind her, Cheiron stirred. He didn’t get up. He barely shifted. He simply raised his voice enough to carry through the door, his tone unhurried and perfectly composed. “She’s asleep.”

Three seconds of silence outside. In that silence, Margaret could picture Timothy’s face with absolute clarity-the freeze, the dawning shock, then the fury.

Sure enough, a sharp, strangled inhale followed. “Cheiron-”

Timothy’s voice came through the door, clenched between his teeth and kept just low enough not to wake her. “You just wait!”

His footsteps retreated down the corridor, heavy with rage.

Margaret opened her eyes into the darkness. In the pale wash of moonlight through the window, she turned her head to glance at the man behind her.

Cheiron shifted at the same moment, meeting her gaze. The moonlight traced the outline of his face. The corner of his mouth was visibly, unmistakably curved.

This man is absolutely black-hearted under that polished surface.

Margaret shook her head in disbelief, rolled back over, and settled into a more comfortable position against Cheiron’s chest. She closed her eyes.

Behind her, his arm tightened by just a fraction, drawing her closer in a silent declaration of possession.

Morning sunlight streamed through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows, throwing wide bands of light across the carpet. The dining room was quiet except for the soft clink of cutlery.

Timothy gripped a silver fork and was hacking his over-easy eggs into a inangled, unrecognizable mess. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes. His glare traveled the length of the table and locked onto Cheiron, who was calmly buttering a piece of toast.

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Cheiron was dressed in a light gray shirt, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking deeply at ease. He set the buttered toast onto the plate beside Margaret’s hand and poured her a glass of warm milk without being asked.

“Did you sleep well last night?” Cheiron asked, his tone perfectly pleasant.

“Fine.” Margaret bit into the toast and answered through the mouthful.

Timothy let out a cold snort and went on the attack, his voice dripping with theatrical scorn. “Some people walk around all day with that pure, self-denying act, but the minute it counts, they’ve got the security lock engaged faster than anyone. Not sure if that’s for keeping out thieves or ghosts.”

Cheiron didn’t even raise his eyes. He cut into his sausage with unhurried precision. “Keeping out children who wander at night.”

“You—” Timothy’s grip tightened, his fork nearly bending in his hand.

Margaret’s head was starting to pound from the noise. She set down her milk, speared a small golden sausage with her fork, and dropped it directly onto Timothy’s plate. “Eat your food. Enough talk,” she said flatly.

Timothy stared at the sausage on his plate. His bristling anger fizzled out like a pricked balloon. He stabbed the sausage with his fork, shoved it into his mouth, and his blue eyes lit up noticeably. He even shot Cheiron a defiant sidelong glance.

Tyrone caught the whole scene from his seat across the table. He elbowed Quentin beside him and lowered his voice. “Timothy’s ridiculously easy to calm down. One sausage and he’s fine. If the Hurst Group ever goes under, I’m hiring him to guard the black market entrance.”

Quentin swallowed his food and replied in a flat tone, “You’ll go under before the Hurst Group ever does.”

Tyrone rolled his eyes and gave up on his mute of a brother.

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