Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 803: Chapter 256: I Come to See You One Last Time

Leonard Churchill would normally meditate through the night instead of resting.

But last night he finally had a rare peaceful sleep.

In the early morning, at the appointed time, the lights of Safflower Manor’s buildings were switched on, and the lighthouses across Black Gold City gradually lit up as well.

This mining city also started a brand new day.

The light pierced through the glass of the window and illuminated the cabin.

The shadowy furnishings in the room slowly regained their luster.

Leonard’s biological clock was very accurate, and at this time, he too opened his eyes.

As soon as he woke, he felt a large area of warm softness against his chest.

In his arms was a beautifully nude body.

Her full chest was squeezed out of shape, and the details could be discerned with a featherlight touch.

Leonard smiled slightly.

Vera Williams, who tossed and turned all night, was now resting peacefully in his arms.

Who knows what she dreamed about, but her charming face still bore a slight smile.

She cuddled intimately against Leonard’s shoulder like a kitten, her slightly curled hair exuding a subtle fragrance.

Leonard gazed at her, unable to look away for a long time. She was truly as radiant as if she were glowing.

Just then, a strand of hair tickled her nose, and Vera in his arms moved ever so slightly.

Leonard’s fingers gently brushed away the hair from her temple.

It was at that moment that he felt the heartbeat pressed close to him switch from a steady state to a rapid “thump-thump”.

Leonard knew the girl was awake and greeted her with a smile, “Good morning, Miss Anne.”

But there was no response.

Vera’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her eyes were already moving about, pretending to be asleep.

She was keenly aware that the blanket only covered her waist; a significant portion of her skin was exposed to the air.

Now that it was daylight and everything was clear, the embarrassment was unbearable.

Leonard found it amusing and lifted his brow slightly, caressing her smooth back but not exposing her.

However, Vera couldn’t continue feigning sleep. As if keeping her eyes closed meant no one could see her little actions, her delicate hands stealthily pulled at the blanket and then quickly covered her head with it, saying in a muffled voice, “Ah… mhm. Good morning, Mr. Leonard Churchill.”

All of a sudden she was being formal.

During these days together, Leonard had become familiar with her personality.

When she called him by his name, it was when she was most relaxed.

Adding “Mr.” at the end meant she was a bit nervous inside.

The bold actions of the night before had exhausted all of Miss Anne’s courage, and like Cinderella who lost her magic at midnight, she suddenly reverted to that genteel lady of serene beauty.

She was shy at heart after all.

But after a few moments, Vera hidden under the covers seemed to realize that she had to face it anyway.

She quietly peeked her head out from under the blanket, her bright eyes looking at Leonard, blinking attentively.

Leonard gave her a puzzled look, “Hmm?”

Vera laughed brightly, “I’m checking to see if this is a dream.”

The two looked at each other, and suddenly the girl brightened.

After all, they were genuinely in contact, and the intimate feeling of their body temperatures mingling quickly diluted the bashfulness.

Vera shifted her body and lay down beside Leonard, a look of bliss on her face.

The position was perfect for embracing, and it was convenient for Leonard’s hand as well.

He deliberately brushed her skin lightly back and forth.

The touch was like that of a feather, soft and tantalizing.

Vera was undoubtedly aware of that subtle frisson of delight, and she quietly reciprocated.

With a radiant smile on her face and eyes as clear as pure water, she suddenly asked, “How is the experience for you, Mr. Churchill?”

As she spoke, she clearly felt the question was too direct, and stammered, “I mean… I mean… I’ve never tried before… and don’t really understand.”

Leonard replied earnestly, “Miss Anne, you were amazing.”

This sincerity was mutual. Hearing this, Vera laughed and agreed, “Yeah! I think so too.”

The fond memories of the previous night were vivid in their minds.

Then the girl said something that elsewhere would have made her blush, “Mr. Churchill, you were amazing too~”

These words were brimming with an ambiguous charm.

Listening to her, Leonard’s expression revealed a wry, odd smirk.

The “Moonless Mind” had enhanced his Pleasure Secret Art, which after such supreme pleasure, left him not exhausted, but invigorated.

Vera was practically pressed against him; how could she not notice?

Instead of avoiding this close contact, she smiled brightly and teased, “Wow…”

Leonard helplessly glanced at her,

Vera returned the gaze, slightly hazy yet unwavering.

In the moment their eyes met, the ambiance turned suggestive, filling the entire tree house.

It was another morning filled with boundless spring.

….

Days flew by in a flash.

Leonard had no interest in making contact with other members of the Song Family.

Vera stayed with him, and the two of them spent their time in the cabin.

Their days consisted of intimate routines, reading books, practicing skills, and chatting.

They would exchange thoughts on literature, philosophy, business, art… various topics.

Both read extensively, and it seemed they had endlessly much to talk about.

No matter how much they talked, it never seemed enough.

Leonard mentioned he wanted to listen to music, so Vera played the piano every day.

The melodious piano music wafted among the trees, creating an echo unique to the quiet valley.

Occasionally, they would sneak into Black Gold City for a stroll, tasting Vera’s childhood favorite pastries, watching stage plays, or enjoying a drink at a tavern.

They greatly enjoyed this leisurely time.

But as always, the good times flew by quickly.

…

On this day.

The morning dew dripping on the green leaves outside the cabin window sounded fresh and serene.

Vera, dressed in a thin nightgown, was fussing with the flowers in the windowsill planter.