Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1196 He's Small

An icy smile curled on Lucy's lips. "If that's your desire."

"I'm here today because the director hinted at a potential raise," she continued.

"Could I ask how much Ms. Belcourt has in mind?"

Lucy's demeanor held steady, revealing no hint of disappointment or sorrow. Meanwhile, Violet was peeved by her response. "Is money all that concerns you?" she queried.

"What else should?" Lucy retorted.

Lucy's smile was faint as she spoke, her tone measured. "Ms. Belcourt, aren't you here to seek my advice for your finances?"

Violet's expression twisted into a sneer, her voice dripping with disdain. "I didn't think you'd come to this topic so soon."

Undeterred, Lucy maintained an indifferent expression. "What other things could we talk about if not for finances?"

"Perhaps who pleases Lennon better at night?" she added.

"You How dare you!"

Violet's cheeks flushed crimson with fury!

Lucy's self-deprecating words were directed toward herself, but they had a sting that struck deep within Violet.

Five years prior, Lucy had a brief affair with Lennon, which led to a pregnancy. What about Violet?

She had idolized Lennon for as long as she could remember, harboring dreams of being betrothed to him since she was a kid.

During her youth, her family had treated Lennon poorly, fueling her constant desire for his approval.

After patiently enduring for years, she had finally persuaded Lennon to tie the knot!

But what transpired next?

Despite her attempts to intoxicate him, drug his food, or seduce him with her body...

She employed every conceivable method, yet Lennon remained resolute, steadfastly insisting on waiting until their wedding night before they proceeded!

She bit down on her lower lip, resentment brewing in her eyes as she glared at Lucy. Was she trying to brag?!

Brag about having shared Lennon's bed!?

After a moment of tense silence, Violet couldn't help but chuckle.

"Clearly, I am the better choice," she remarked with a hint of satisfaction.

"Lennon did mention once that you were as lively as a log," she added, her tone laced with subtle mockery.

Lucy joined in with a light chuckle of her own. "Did he?"noveldrama

Lucy then sat languidly on the sofa, her fingers absentmindedly flicking a lighter back and forth. "Ms. Belcourt, I'm afraid you're not being entirely forthcoming."

Violet squinted at Lucy, her expression unreadable, but she chose to remain silent for the moment.

"Your expression betrays you," Lucy remarked, her tone cool and calculated.

"Furthermore,"

She paused briefly, then continued with a smirk, "During my time with Lennon, I was usually the one who held the reins. He might criticize my lack of modesty, but 'log' is certainly not a term he'd use."

"Let me take a guess you haven't shared a bed with Lennon yet? Despite being engaged for some time now?" she provocatively added.

Lucy arched an eyebrow mockingly as her eyes locked with Violet's. "Why are you flushing red? Don't tell me I've struck your sore point?"

Violet's teeth clenched as she retorted, "You're not wrong. We haven't gotten intimate yet, but does that warrant your mockery?"

"He's told me that he values and cherishes me wholly and that he wants to wait until after our wedding night before consummating the marriage!" Violet sneered. "Don't judge others by your standards. Not everyone shares your outlook-having a pregnancy out of wedlock!"

"Lennon made it clear I'm different from all the other women he disregarded!" she added defiantly.

Lucy's eyes flickered momentarily, a fleeting reaction swiftly masked. Lennon's words held no surprise for her, so she didn't feel any ounce of sadness.

In light of a man capable of orchestrating such manipulation-having his ex- girlfriend organize a birthday celebration for his current girlfriend, even involving a child to appease her-it seemed anything could be possible.

With that thought in mind, Lucy smiled knowingly. "There's something else I haven't told you."

"Lennon, he's not exactly skilled in that department," she remarked casually. Violet squinted with an incredulous gaze. "You're lying!"

"You haven't been on the receiving end, so how can you be certain I'm lying?"

"In reality, he doesn't prioritize you; he's lacking in size and struggles with premature ejaculation; basically, he has a ton of issues."

As the words left Lucy's lips, the sudden sound of a teacup slamming on a nearby table reverberated through the room.

A cold chuckle escaped Lucy's lips, a hint of realization crossing her face that she might have pushed too far on that sensitive topic.

Nevertheless, she found a twisted pleasure in being the one to tease Violet.