Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Right Now, I Just Want You to Coax Me

However, Su Yaoyao was lost in a passionate, intimate moment with Lucia, as if in a blazing inferno. How could she possibly pay any mind to the sudden message?

A few minutes later, Augustine stood outside the room. The sounds coming from within caused his expression to grow increasingly grim.

A flash of anger sparked in his eyes. Without a moment’s hesitation, he kicked the door open. With a loud BANG, the amorous atmosphere in the room was shattered.

Both of them were startled. Lucia reacted instantly, tightly covering Su Yaoyao with the blanket, as if trying to build a protective barrier for her with it.

"Who’s there?" Lucia shouted, looking warily toward the door.

Augustine’s backlit figure slowly entered the room, his face still hidden by that mysterious mask. Lucia recognized him at a glance—this was the man who had accompanied Yaoyao to his book signing, Yaoyao’s Beast Husband.

When Su Yaoyao saw Augustine, her heart clenched. She was about to call out, "Your Majesty," but she forced the words back down.

For some reason, she was overcome with the feeling of being caught in the act. Guilt-ridden, she didn’t dare to meet Augustine’s eyes. She hid fearfully behind Lucia, her body trembling slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Su Yaoyao asked timidly.

"It’s late. Come home with me." Augustine’s voice was low and icy.

Lucia sneered, the corners of his lips curling in disdain. "A jealous Beast Husband can be cast aside. No male is allowed to disturb his wife’s pleasure."

Augustine ignored Lucia’s provocation. He walked slowly toward the bed, step by step, each one landing with immense weight.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Lucia watched him defensively, holding Su Yaoyao even tighter, his gaze filled with vigilance.

Augustine stopped at the bedside, his gaze locked on Su Yaoyao. "Then let my wife choose for herself," he said, his voice low. He slowly extended a hand—broad and powerful, it seemed to carry an invisible, oppressive weight in the dim light.

Su Yaoyao stared at that large hand, hesitating.

On one side was Lucia, with whom she had been sharing a passionate moment; on the other was Augustine, who was constantly worried about her. Her heart was on a scale, tipping back and forth.

Seeing this, Lucia’s brow furrowed. His eyes filled with a hurt expression, like that of a small, wounded animal. "Yaoyao, stay with me."

His voice held a pleading, coquettish tone. He hugged Su Yaoyao and nuzzled against her, his fluffy tail still hooked around her waist as if to keep her from leaving.

But when she looked into Augustine’s eyes, they were full of heartache and desolation, like a child abandoned by the entire world.

Besides, her reason was constantly reminding her that things with Lucia were indeed moving too fast.

"I’m sorry, Lucia. I think I need some time," Su Yaoyao’s voice was tinged with helplessness and reluctance.

Finally, she slowly reached out and took Augustine’s well-defined hand.

Augustine didn’t say another word. He gently scooped Su Yaoyao, still wrapped in the blanket, into his arms and walked out of the room.

His steps were firm and powerful, as if he were trampling all his pain and anger underfoot.

Inside the room, only Lucia’s forlorn figure remained. He stared blankly at Augustine’s back as he carried Su Yaoyao away, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his very soul.

Augustine carefully used his own overcoat to shield Su Yaoyao. Resting against his chest, she could clearly feel his heartbeat and the warmth radiating from his body.

That heartbeat was like a drum, striking against her own heart with every thud.

When Augustine came out carrying Su Yaoyao, Roland was still kneeling on the ground. Without His Majesty’s permission, he naturally didn’t dare to stand up.

Augustine didn’t even spare him a glance, walking straight to the car and getting in.

The car slowly lifted off, flying toward the Imperial Palace.

Inside the car, it was just the two of them. The atmosphere was quiet, almost stifling.

Su Yaoyao, nestled in his arms, tilted her head up slightly. Augustine was still wearing his mask.

An inexplicable impulse washed over her. She slowly reached out, gently touching Augustine’s cheek. When he didn’t resist, she carefully removed his mask.

The moment the mask came off, Su Yaoyao clearly saw a single, glittering tear slowly slide from Augustine’s eye.

In the dim light, the teardrop shimmered, like the brightest yet most sorrowful star in the night sky.

In that instant, Su Yaoyao felt as if an invisible hand had clenched tightly around her heart, the pain so intense she could hardly breathe. She whispered, "Your Majesty..."

"Comfort me." Augustine cut her off before she could finish. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Augustine’s dark red eyes gazed at her, full of affection and sorrow, brimming with longing and anticipation.

"I don’t want any explanations. Right now, I just want you to comfort me. Show me you love me with your actions." Augustine’s heart ached, as if it were being pierced by countless tiny needles.

Su Yaoyao stared at him in a daze, her heart a whirlwind of complicated emotions. Then, she slowly tilted her head up and gently kissed his lips. The kiss was filled with a hint of guilt, a trace of heartache, and even more, a current of love.

Augustine closed his eyes, surrendering himself completely to the kiss, as if trying to draw all the warmth and comfort he could from it. He held Su Yaoyao and slowly lowered them both onto the seat, his movements gentle yet urgent.

With a gentle tug of his hand, he pulled away the blanket that was Su Yaoyao’s only covering.

A sudden chill washed over Su Yaoyao. She subconsciously pressed herself closer to Augustine, mumbling, "Augustine... I’m cold..."

"Then hold me tight and never let go," Augustine said in a low voice, laced with hoarseness and deep affection.

After speaking, his kisses fell over Su Yaoyao’s entire body like rain, as if trying to convey all his love to her in this way, to make her feel the volcanic passion burning deep within him.

Augustine’s kisses were fiery and urgent, as though he was unleashing all his previously suppressed emotions.

In his embrace, Su Yaoyao felt his intense love and desire, and her body began to respond involuntarily.

She gripped Augustine’s clothes tightly with both hands, trembling slightly. Her heart was torn between heartache and guilt for him, yet she was also swept away by this sudden storm of passion.

Augustine’s lips traveled down Su Yaoyao’s neck, leaving a trail of fiery marks in their wake.

Su Yaoyao panted softly, her cheeks burning hot as her consciousness began to blur in the heated atmosphere.

The small space of the car filled with a charged, amorous air, punctuated only by their rapid breaths and the occasional soft moan.