Chapter 1188
She naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.
Nicholas Blackwood looked down at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. He tightened one arm around her slender waist and gently brushed her cool cheek with his other hand, his eyes filled with heartache and worry.
“I’m here to take you home,” he said softly.
Serena chuckled, her flushed, radiant face breaking into a bright smile. Her dewy eyes stared directly at his striking features.
Under the influence of the alcohol, her usual aloofness completely vanished. Her soft lips, carrying the scent of liquor, brushed ambiguously against his neck. She smirked, her fingertips playfully trailing over his throat.
“Nicholas,” she murmured, her voice husky and teasing.
His breath hitched, his gaze darkening. “Hmm p>
“You are really good-looking,” she smiled.
Nicholas’s eyes instantly darkened like a stormy sea, his breathing growing heavy. His large hand gripped her waist tightly. “Serena, don’t tease me at a time like this,” he murmured hoarsely in her ear. “You know… I’ve never had any restraint when it comes to you p>
Serena laughed again, lazy and seductive, like a cat. “And what happens when you don’t have restraint p>
She tilted her head back, her lips brushing against the corner of his mouth.
Nicholas’s breathing grew ragged. He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re doing this on purpose p>
Serena blinked her tipsy eyes. “Yep. On purpose p>
The Old Man watched the scene, a warm look in his eyes. It seemed the girl he had protected for over a decade had finally found someone to spend her life with. This man… wasn’t bad. Especially seeing the intensely protective and devoted look in his eyes. He was satisfied. Aria could finally rest in peace.
The night deepened.
Nicholas swept her up into his arms and looked at the Old Man.
Their eyes met; Nicholas stood tall and elegant, his posture upright, his aura steady.
“I’m Nicholas Blackwood, from the Blackwood family in Vaelion City, he said, his tone respectful but form. He then looked at the tombstone That must be… Serena’s grandmother p>
The Old Man knew of the Blackwood family’s reputation and power. He looked at Nicholas with even more approval and nodded.
Holding Serena, Nicholas bowed
slightly toward the grave. “Grandma Aria, it’s nice to meet you. I’m
Nicholas, Serena’s fiancé.” He stood the Old Man Rest
tall and looked at
assured. Leave Serena to me I will
protect her with my life p>
The Old Man let out a soft harrumph, but his eyes were smiling. He took a swig from his jar “Alright take her
back The girl is drunk, and
me night
wind is strong; she might catch a cold p>
Nicholas nodded, turned, and carried Serena down the mountain.
Resting against his broad, warm chest, Serena looked over his shoulder with hazy
eyes at the Old Man standing by the tombstone.
She smiled faintly. “Master p>
The Old Man froze.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly.
The wind carried her words to his ears. His eyes welled up.
“Thank you all… for teaching me so much p>