Chapter 609: Don’t… Don’t Come Any Closer

At this moment, a commotion sounded outside the door.

"Young Master Tiberius, you can’t go in! The old lady ordered that once you finish the ceremony for the eldest young master, you can leave!"

Cecilia’s black pupils narrowed slightly. Although she detested the way Tiberius Trent looked at her, she had no way out now. If this playboy really barged in, there might be a slim chance for her situation to change.

...

Cecilia quickly thought of various escape plans while the argument outside grew louder.

"Please, you’re all watching outside. What could I possibly do to that woman?"

Tiberius Trent confidently put his hands on his hips, looking both foolish and overbearing.

"It was that Sage from The Path of Serenity who called me over, saying the yang energy around me can suppress the unwillingness and anger of that woman, considering that Cecilia Vaughn will be buried alive soon. Aren’t you afraid she’ll come back as a vengeful ghost?"

"This..."

The bodyguards looked at each other. Actually, all were men, and from the way Tiberius looked at Cecilia in the hall, they knew he was just using the situation as an excuse to do as he pleased.

He claimed to be dispelling evil spirits, but in truth, he coveted the bride’s beauty.

...

Speaking of which, it was a pity that such a beautiful and elegant woman like Cecilia Vaughn was to be buried alive in two hours. They also felt it was a waste.

A bodyguard hesitated for a moment, showing a similarly desirous expression.

"Young Master Tiberius, I understand what you mean, but do you think you can handle it alone? Hehe... Do you need us to help you?"

This was obviously suggesting they wanted a share.

Tiberius patted the observant bodyguard.

"Oh, I haven’t even enjoyed it fully yet. If there’s time, I wouldn’t mind letting you all have a taste of that woman."

"Really?!"

The bodyguards were increasingly tempted, remembering how her beauty was stunning even under the red veil.

Allowing such a beautiful woman to die without savoring her first seemed unpathetic to them.

At least let her taste the pleasures of the world before being buried alive.

...

The men exchanged knowing, sinister laughs that Cecilia could hear clearly from inside the room.

She furrowed her brows, gaining a deeper understanding of the Trent Family’s filthiness.

Just as Cecilia was silently cursing these people, the door suddenly opened.

Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly slipped onto the couch, using her bound arms to gently knock down the bead curtain.

...

"My beauty, I’m here!"

With lust clouding his judgment, Tiberius couldn’t resist, even knowing his aunt wanted Cecilia buried in two hours.

He at least wanted to experience Adrian Law’s woman’s charm first.

Having never had the chance before, now that she was facing death, why not give him some satisfaction?

Worried that Old Mrs. Trent or the Sage might suddenly barge in, Tiberius hurriedly swung around before closing the door and instructed the guards outside.

"If I get to eat the meat, only then can you two drink the soup. Remember, if the old lady suddenly comes over, be sure to alert me, alright?"

"Understood, Young Master Tiberius, rest assured."

The bodyguard who suggested sharing gave Tiberius a perverse wink.

"If the old lady really comes here, we’ll say the little whore inside suddenly started screaming, and you went in to check because you were worried she’d escape."

"Yes, that’s perfect!"

Tiberius nodded in satisfaction, even patting the bodyguard’s shoulder.

"You’ve pleased me. After this is over, I’ll transfer you to my side, and you’ll be well-rewarded."

"Thank you, Young Master Tiberius!"

The man eagerly nodded and bowed, while the other bodyguard regretted having brought up the old lady’s orders earlier so righteously.

Who knew, he actually wanted to take advantage of the opportunity too, but didn’t dare.

Now that Tiberius was leading, the minions had a scapegoat, so they feared nothing.

...

After closing the door again, Tiberius carefully approached.

Seeing the softly swaying bead curtain on the couch and the faintly visible graceful silhouette, Tiberius found his throat suddenly dry.

He chuckled.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing hiding in the curtain? Why not come out and play with me?"

...

Ugh...

Who’s your sister-in-law?

Cecilia frowned but deliberately altered her voice to be thin, almost sounding tearful.

"Don’t come any closer... I’m not your sister-in-law... Stop calling me that."

"Beauty, I just stood in for my brother during the ceremony with you. If you mind that my brother is now in the ground, why not just be my wife instead, hehe..."

"Being husband and wife for an hour still counts! Come now, beauty, come out from there, stop hiding."

...

Cecilia suppressed her inner revulsion, trying hard to make her voice sound pitiful and helpless.

"You’re saying... Do you really like me? I don’t want to die... I heard them call you Young Master Tiberius, Young Master Tiberius, can you help me?"

"How can I help?"

Tiberius swiftly drew back the curtain and drapery, immediately seeing the "weak woman" crouched in the corner of the couch.

Cecilia’s eyes were slightly red, and with a few tears shimmering in them, she genuinely looked like she’d just cried, softening her usual sharpness into something pitiably tender.

Tiberius knew those two thugs exterminated by his aunt had drugged Cecilia, so her helplessness was expected, conveniently suiting his purpose.

A fiery woman could be exciting, but one at your disposal had its allure, too.

Vulgar thoughts ran through Tiberius’s mind as he noticed Cecilia’s bounded wrists, marked red from the ties. With her impending burial, Tiberius felt some compassion for her fragile beauty.

"Oh dear, those bodyguards were too harsh, tying you up like this? The windows are all locked; look at those fair little hands, all red from the cords."

...

Cecilia blinked her large eyes, gazing longingly at him.

Savvy enough to endure until ropes were off, Cecilia saw Tiberius, bloated by indulgence and worldly pleasures. She knew that once the drug wore off, she could overpower him.

"Young Master Tiberius... can you help untie me?"