Chapter 19 The House My Big Brother Bought for Me

"Well, it took a bit long," Lilian maintained a faint smile on her face.

Vincenzo suddenly lifted her up and carried her upstairs, backing against a door. Lilian hugged his neck and looked beyond him into the spacious room.

The European-style decoration was extremely exquisite, with a mix of white and yellow that highlighted a sense of grandeur and luxury. The gorgeous ceiling and warm-colored wall lamps, a super-sized bed, and the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows flutteringed in the wind, revealing a semi-circular balcony. It would be perfect if there was a white rocking chair out there.

"Is this your bedroom?" Lilian asked.

"Yes," Vincenzo threw her onto the bed, about to pounce on her, but Lilian rolled off the bed, wearing a sweet smile on her face. "Let me have a look first."

In front of Vincenzo, her skill in pretending to smile was becoming stronger and strongermore believable.

*But how long could she drag it out?*

*In the end, wouldn't she still be dragged into bed and have everything taken away from her?*

Seeing that Lilian didn't respondwasn’t persuaded by his looks, Vincenzo frowned and followed behind her.

Lilian looked around the room, which was equipped with a bathroom and a study. The bookshelves were filled with reference books and encyclopedias. with specialized terms. "Actually, I think the decoration of this house contradicts your personality."

Theis European style was luxurious and soft, nothing like Vincenzo's arrogant personality or lifestyle.

In her imagination, Vincenzo should be living in a simple and clean black and white house, with a dominating presence, surrounded by underlings and other mob bosses at his beckon call.

"This house was bought for me by my big brother, I haven't changed it," Vincenzo leaned against the wall, watching her as she looked around.

*Was she **really this**so* *interested in his bedroom?*

Lilian looked at him in surprise. It seemed like it was the first time she had heard him mention his family.

TSo, the photos in this his room were all of him alone, and not a single one with his family. It made him appear especially lonely.

"The Lombardi family's economic center is in Europe, so how did you come to develop in China Asia by yourself?" Lilian curiously asked.

*Like in the TV shows, did the wealthy scion not like being controlled by the family and come to Asia to show off his abilities?* *Or was **he the misunderstood child that was out to prove to his crime-ridden family that he was up to the Lombardi name?*

Vincenzo's eyes dimmed, his face suddenly turning cold.

*Oops... **Did she say the wrong thing? Does he not like others prying into family matters?*

Lilian was not someone who liked to dig deeper into things, so she quickly changed the topic. "The books on display here are all so profound."

"Are you done with the tour?"

"Vincenzo whispered and hugged her, lifting her onto the desk. , hHe reached out and took off her bathrobe, bending down eagerly to seize her soft and raised body, kissing and sucking..."

"Mmm..."

A shiver ran through her body, and small moans involuntarily escaped her mouth.

"Lilian, I've turned you into a real woman," Vincenzo said with a wicked smile upon hearing her seductive breath.

"...," Lilian weakly supported herself on the desk, her voice trembling with desire, "Can you please not talk?"

*What did he mean by turning her into a real woman? She already was one. She was just previously pure, and now* *she was**... dirty.*

"Alright, I won't speak, I'll just listen to you moan," Vincenzo's sexy voice filled with mischief.

*... **This shameless man!*

Lilian decided to close her mouth, and Vincenzo's kisses suddenly became more lingering, almost causing her to scream.

Her body became more and more sensitive under Vincenzo's teasing. Whenever his hands and lips lightly teased her, she would become weak... If this continued, it wouldn't end well.

"Hmm, we've been in the shower for too long," Lilian maintained a faint smile on her face.

Vincenzo abruptly picked her up and headed upstairs, pressing her against a door as they entered. Lilian held onto his neck, her gaze looking beyond him into the spacious room.

The room had an intricate European decor, with a mix of white and yellow, exuding a grand and luxurious atmosphere. The magnificent ceiling and warm-colored wall lamps, along with the oversized bed, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window swaying in the wind, revealing a semi-circular balcony. It would be perfect if there was a white rocking chair placed there.

"Is this your bedroom?" Lilian asked.

"Mmm," Vincenzo threw her onto the bed, about to pounce on her, but Lilian rolled over and flipped off the bed with a sweet smile on her face, "Let me take a tour first."

In front of Vincenzo, her skill in pretending to smile grew stronger.

But how much longer could she drag this on?

In the end, wouldn't she be taken and used thoroughly?

Without a hand, Vincenzo frowned slightly displeased, and followed behind her.

Lilian looked around the room, noticing a bathroom and a study within the large room. The bookshelves were filled with books full of specialized terminology. "Actually, I feel that the interior design of this house clashes with your personality."

This luxurious European style was not at all like Vincenzo's arrogant and domineering personality.

In her imagination, Vincenzo should be living in a simple black and white house, clean-cut and imposing.

"My older brother bought this house for me, and I haven't changed it," Vincenzo leaned against the wall, watching her survey, is she really interested in his bedroom?

Lilian looked at him with some surprise. It seemed like the first time she heard him mention his family.

So, all the photos in this room were of him alone, and every photo showed his handsome face, not a single one had his family in it, making it look especially lonely.

the Lomba

"rdi family's economic center is in Europe. How could you come alone to develop in the country?" Lilian asked curiously.

Like in the TV shows, the rich scions don't like being controlled by their families, so they fly back to Asia to show off their abilities?

Vincenzo's eyes darkened, and his face suddenly turned cold and somewhat frightening.

Um... Did she say something wrong?

He doesn't like others getting involved in family matters?

Lilian is not someone who likes to dig deep into things, so she quickly changed the topic, "Your collection of books is so deep."

"Are you done with the tour?" Vincenzo asked in a low voice, approaching her, embracing her, lifting her onto the desk, and eagerly removing her bathrobe. He leaned down, capturing her softness that was raising, kissing and sucking...

"Mmm..."

A tremor spread throughout her body, and fragmented moans unconsciously escaped her mouth.

"Lilian, I have trained you to be a real woman." Upon hearing her seductive panting, Vincenzo smirked.

"..." Lilian weakly supported herself on the desk, her voice trembling with desire, "Can't you stop talking."

What does he mean by training her to be a real woman? She was one to begin with.

Just that she used to be pure, and now...she's dirty.

"Okay, I won't speak. I'll just listen to you calling me." Vincenzo's sexy voice was filled with wickedness.

"..." This shameless man!

Lilian simply closed her mouth, and Vincenzo's kisses suddenly became more lingering, almost making her moan.

Her body became more and more sensitive under Vincenzo's touch. Whenever his hands, his lips teased her lightly, she couldn't help but soften... If things continued this way, it wouldn't end well.

Chapter 21: I really...miss you

If things continued this way, it wouldn't end well.

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After making love in Vincenzo's master bedroom, it was already dark outside. Vincenzo tightly held her as they fell asleep. However, Lilian couldn't sleep and stared blankly with her eyes open at the ceiling.

Struggling to get up from Vincenzo's embrace, Lilian put on a nightgown and walked to the balcony, where the night breeze was cool, in stark contrast to the warm air conditioning in the room.

Her muddled thoughts seemed to wake up in an instant...

The time on her phone displayed: 23:59.

Slowly, time slipped away at the end of this day.

*William.*

*Happy birthday.*

*Happy newlywed.*

*Forever... happy.*

Lilian silently said in her heart, letting warm tears flow down her cheeks, feeling a pain in her chest that she couldn't put into words.

They haven't hadn’t seen each other for nine years, during which their birthdays passed without each other. The same would happen Iin their future lives, they will never have each other again.

He has a beautiful new bride whom he deeply loves, while she... has become the forbidden fruit of a devil, two people going in opposite directions, drifting further apart....

Far enough that they can never cross paths again.

Slowly, Lilian squatted down on the balcony, crying.

Silent and trembling intensely, her body was shaking uncontrollably.

"William, I miss you so much, really... I miss you."

"Lilian!"

The commanding voice echoed.

The French window suddenly slid open.

Startled, Lilian huddled her shoulders, hastily wiping away her tears, and then turned her head.

Vincenzo stood there shirtless, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her, his tone impatient, "What's wrong again?"

*Why was this woman always crying?*

*How did he mistreat her again?*

"Nothing. Why did you wake up?"

"Couldn't sleep," Vincenzo replied coldly.

*Suddenly, h**H**e* *had suddenly* *felt her weight missing from his arm. **How **C**c**ould he not notice?*

*And she came here secretly to cry**?**...*

"Are you hungry? Should I make some noodles for you?"

Lilian stood up awkwardly. Every time she shed tears, she coincidentally ran into him, making it seem like she cried a lot.

"Yeah," Vincenzo responded sullenly.

He was annoyed by a woman's seeing a woman cry so much, buttears and didn't know how to ask her about it.

*When he treated her harshly, she never shed a tear. How did she start crying the moment he turned his back?*

*Had he truly mistreated her too much?*

Thinking this, Vincenzo stepped forward, pulled Lilian into the room, and stiffly patted her head with his palm, pretending to comfort her.

Lilian looked at his gloomy face, feeling somewhat bewildered.

*Did she not provoke him this time?*

At this hour, the servants in the Lombardi family mansion had already gone to sleep.

Lilian was in the kitchen, cracking two eggs and swiftly cutting tomatoes to add to the dish.

Vincenzo put on a robe, leaning against the kitchen door, watching her skillful movements. "When did you learn to cook?"

*How could a pampered rich girl adapt to the life of Cinderella?*

Last time, when he saw her bake cod, he had wanted to ask.The last time he saw her cook, he wanted to ask.