Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Lucien’s pov:

I was going insane.

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When Norah’s voice–hoarse and shaking with tears–choked out, “I want you… to fuck me,” my sanity snapped completely.

A rough, guttural sound tore from my throat. My hips drove forward, ready to slam all the longing and guilt of the last three years deep into her.

Ding–dong-! Ding–dong-!

A sharp, insistent doorbell cut through the heated moment.

I froze mid–thrust.

Goddammit!

Who the hell would be here now?

I hadn’t been back to this place in ages. Nobody knew I was here.

I tried to ignore it, lowering my head to keep going.

But Norah jerked back to awareness. She pushed against my chest, her eyes still hazy with unfaded desire but now filled with panic.

Ding–dong-! Ding–dong-! Ding–dong-!

The bell kept ringing, relentlessly.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. My raging arousal was left hanging by this ill–timed interruption, making my temples throb with frustration.

I pulled out of her, grabbed the bathrobe from the bedside, and hurriedly pulled it on. My face a mask of fury, I strode to the door.

On the video panel was a face with flawless makeup.

Angelina Jolie? No… Angelina Dubois, maybe.

Some semi–known third–rate Hollywood starlet who’d recently moved in next door.

I frowned. What did she want?

I opened the door, planning to get rid of her fast.

“Darling!” Her eyes lit up when she saw me, her voice sickly sweet. She was holding a tray of what looked like an elaborate breakfast and tried to squeeze past me. “I made your favorite-”

“I don’t eat,” I said, blocking the doorway, my tone icy.

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This woman had used every cheap trick to get into my bed since she moved in next door. From “accidentally” walking into the wrong apartment to “coincidental” elevator run–ins. Her methods were clumsy and annoying.

One reason I’d stayed away so long was to avoid her.

I hadn’t expected her to catch me today.

“Darling, don’t be like that,” she pushed her way in. The cloying perfume she wore made me want to gag. “Look at you, you look terrible. You haven’t been eating right. I woke up early just to make this for you. Try a bite, just one…”

She placed the tray on the entryway cabinet without invitation and turned to grab my arm .

I was about to throw her out physically when a thought flashed through my mind.

I stopped.

I wanted to see what my queen would do.

“What’s wrong, Darling? So quiet?” Angelina, seeing I didn’t immediately shove her out, grew bolder.

She pressed herself against me, her hand wandering toward the tie of my robe. “Work stress? Let me give you a massage. I’m very good…”

Just as her overly decorated nails touched the belt—

The bedroom door opened.

Norah walked out.

She was wearing my shirt, the hem just covering her thighs, showing off her long, straight legs.

Her lips were swollen from my kisses. Her neck and collarbone were covered in marks of varying intensity.

Her hair was still wet, casually draped over her shoulders, a few strands sticking to her flushed face.

Her eyes still held a trace of dazed desire and the annoyance of being interrupted.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching us calmly.

“Darling!” Angelina shrieked, pointing at Norah. “Who is she?! What is she doing here?!”

Norah ignored her. She just looked at me and asked flatly, “Who is she?”

Her gaze was calm, but it somehow made me feel guilty,

“A… neighbor. Uninvited,” I answered.

“Neighbor?” Angelina stared at me in disbelief, then turned to Norah, her face full of haughty scrutiny and hostility.

“And you, miss? Who are you? Wearing Darling’s shirt, coming out of his room first thing in the morning?

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Chapter 165

Don’t you know Darling is married

She emphasized the word ‘married

I saw Norah frown slightly.

“Why shouldn’t I be here? Norah finally turned her attention to the woman, a mocking smile on her face,

“Because Darling is a public figure! He’s a married mant A woman of unclear status appearing, in his home like this are you trying to create a scandal, to ruin him! You shameless womnant Angelina shouted angry probably thinking she held the moral high ground.

Norah laughed.

She walked over slowly, stopped beside me, and naturally looped her arm through mine.

Then, she raised her left hand.

On her ring finger was a ring

The Thornbird Crown I designed myself.

“Miss, I think you’ve misunderstood something

“Why shouldn’t I be in my own home?”

“Or perhaps,” she paused, her eyes sweeping over Angelina’s revealing nightgown, the sarcasm in her eyes growing stronger, “is it the new trend in Paris to wear lingerie, carry breakfast, and knock on a married man’s door first thing in the morning to show neighborly friendship?

Angelina’s face turned bright red.

“You… you’re lying! This… this can’t possibly be your home!”

“Oh? Norah raised an eyebrow. She looked at me, those beautiful eyes holding a mischievous smile. Honey, why don’t you tell this lady am I the mistress of this house or not?”

Damn.

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