"Lucien, you must go," Ivy suddenly said, holding Lucien's shoulders firmly. Lucien raised his brow, looking at her seriously, his hands somehow on her waist.
She was stuck to him. How could he not support her?
"And why would I listen to you?" he asked, his voice deep, his mind refusing to think of why she had made such a request.
"Because I'm your wife. So I say you must go," Ivy said sheepishly, her eyes averting from his, her hand clinging tighter to him. There was nothing else she could do. The system had just dropped such a difficult mission on her, and she had no way but to fully immerse herself in her role—the role of acting like a wife wanting to go on a candy event with her husband.
"What are you up to? I'm telling you that I'm not going," Lucien glared, his words almost making Ivy stiffen. She sighed. Only God knows what the villain might have thought in his head for him to grow so serious.
"You can't make me do what I don't want to, Ivy. I repeat," Lucien suddenly held her chin, bringing her face closer. The words that he said were smooth and nice to hear, but they were just a threat or declaration that he was delivering to Ivy.
Ivy tried shifting her face away, stopping his hand from holding her chin, but Lucien held her wrist, his other hand holding her chin, increasing its force in a way that would not hurt but would stop Ivy from breaking free.
"Your courage has grown too big for you. Is that what is happening?" His breath poured on her face as his words came out. Their faces were very close, their noses touching.
Ivy secretly gulped down her saliva. She felt her heart beating, her face heating up. It was because of his closeness.
"Uh. Sorry, please can you go?"
She begged, blinking her long eyelashes at him. Since they were very close, Ivy took the opportunity to request once more. She wanted to use her cuteness to overwhelm him, make him grow weak and accept. But she wasn't sure if the villain was falling for it.
Lucien's gaze was intense on her.
The question roamed: why was his stupid wife asking him to go to the event?
Why was she so persistent? She was so persistent that he couldn't help but get suspicious.
Interesting.
"Okay then, I'll go. If you promise me something," he said, then chuckled, his eyes turning dark with a glint that Ivy couldn't understand.
It only sent shivers down her spine.
"What is it?" Ivy gulped, asking. In her heart, she screamed.
What was the villain going to make her do?
Would he make her take a swim inside a volcano or have a dance party with a bear? Her thoughts ran wild with many dark scenarios that she thought Lucien could cause for her.
"I won't say now."
Lucien's short words increased Ivy's fear even more. Her eyes stared at him, and she couldn't help but frown.
"Come on! You need to tell me so I'll be prepared for it!" she urged, nodding her head for him to tell her.
But she did not get the response she wanted from Lucien. He only placed his hand on her head, rubbing her hair—an action that shocked Ivy.
"Be patient, Bunny, till after the party," Lucien said in a tone like he was talking to a pet.
Ivy felt sensitive in her ears. Those rabbit ears were more sensitive than human ones.
Her face grew red, showing feelings that were not pleasing.
She took her hand and placed it on Lucien's horns before he could react.
Yes, she was seeking revenge on him. Who had asked him to touch her ears?
"And be good, Mr. Dragon, and go to the party with me," she said, chuckling in her heart.
Lucien was only silent. He stared at her with a blank expression. A slight flush had come to his face.
"I'll make you regret that. Now, dear, come on, let's prepare for the party," Lucien said, taking Ivy into his arms. Ivy held him, a yelp almost escaping from her.
"Huh, hey, what do you mean by that?" she said, staring at him, her eyes wide.
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"Let me down. Lucien, you...."
Lucien appeared in the room with Ivy. He stood there, staring at the place as if in deep thought.
"Hmmm, what?" he answered, raising a brow at her, and Ivy could not read what he was thinking.
"You said we should get dressed for the party, remember?" Ivy asked, not understanding why he was carrying her. She could not even protest.
"Yes," Lucien answered shortly, staring at her face, which looked like it carried a thousand confusions.
Sigh, she looks so stupid.
"Then why are you carrying me?" Ivy demanded, pulling on his collar, causing his neck to lean, making their faces close.
With her persistence, Lucien did not answer her but gently placed her on the couch, then said to her,
"Don't worry, take your time to get dressed. I'll do the same."
With his words, he turned and walked out the door. He had gone to prepare himself.
"System, the Villain is being weird, confusing me!" Ivy yelled in her heart.
"System? System, where are you?"
The system wasn't responding.
Ivy pouted; the system had been acting strange. She wondered if it had an upgrade, which was why its attitude was different. Ivy sighed, deciding to forget about the system.
Doing the task it gave her was better.
"Are you done?" Lucien asked, skimming Ivy from head to toe.
She had just come out of the bath, and she was wearing only a towel. She hadn't expected Lucien to come in now! Her mind was a mess, Ivy's cheeks heated up, and she tried to hide. When she found a seat nearby, she hid behind it and then asked Lucien,
"Ahh, what are you doing here?"
Her voice carried panic, her eyes scanning him with a threatening look.
"Can't I come in after my wife takes a bath?"
Lucien smiled, taking slow steps toward her.
Ivy's ears went on alert. She stared at him, her eyes widening.
"That's ridiculous. I don't understand what you're saying," she stammered, trying to act dumb.
"Then that's good. Keep it that way. Don't understand what I'm saying," Lucien chuckled, stepping closer to her. Ivy had no time to scream before his hands were on her shoulders.
"Huh?" Her mouth went open, trying to process what he was saying.
All his actions today were killing her!
"Today I'll dress you up. Something special for the event," Lucien said lightly, carrying her from her toes, taking her beside the wall, and dropping her.
"Lucien. I'm naked," Ivy blinked, staring at Lucien.
She knew the villain in the book wasn't attracted to any woman, but that didn't mean he should be so shameless.
"Yes, I know. I can see very clearly, Ivy. You said you love me. You should be on cloud nine that I can see your nakedness."
Lucien nodded with a smirk, pointing at her chest. His hand, either intentionally or not, made Ivy's towel fall off.
"You..." Ivy trembled, the words barely leaving her lips.
She was naked, totally naked in front of the villain!
Ha, being naked in front of the villain was like being naked in front of a monk!
"Now come here. Let me dress you since you are speechless."
Lucien, ignoring her overreacting expression, said, then easily picked her up, placing her in front of the dress, like a tailor about to dress his clothes on a dummy.
"Yes, this royal pitch gown would fit you very much."
Lucien nodded, taking a pitch dress that he had spotted. It was beautiful and flared with crystals.
Swiftly, he waved his hand, surrounding Ivy with the dress using some spells.
"Do you want your hair braided or with curls?" Lucien said, his hands holding the strands of Ivy's locks.
Ivy was quiet, like an obedient dummy, still processing what had happened.
Lucien took her silent cues as a chance to make his decision.
His hands were working magic in her hair.
"Where did you learn all this?"
Ivy asked, staring at her hair in the mirror, which looked like it had been made by a woman who had been braiding hair for years, though Lucien wasn't a woman.
"Ha, from my mother..."
Lucien unconsciously said, the smile in his eyes fading away.
"Your..." Ivy looked at him as if urging him to continue. Why had he stopped halfway when she was about to hear something interesting?
"No, huh... You better know your limits... Don't ask me any questions you shouldn't ask."
Lucien covered her mouth, looking at her, his eyes glaring, and Ivy knew she was to be quiet.
"Okay."
Ivy said, her mouth quiet, her eyes secretly still glancing at him. Then she rolled her eyes when she saw he had not looked her way.
"Now here is right enough."
Lucien said when he looked at Ivy's appearance in the mirror.
Her appearance was exactly as he had imagined when he was making her hair.
Nice, beautiful, it would be off his personality to call her gorgeous.