Chapter 665: How Should I Punish You?

Anabelle left the villa, but as she walked across the lawn, raindrops, large as beans, began to fall. It was raining. A short time before, the weather had been fine, and the forecast hadn't predicted rain. Yet, here it was, a heavy downpour. Anabelle lacked an umbrella and was instantly soaked.

“Madam Anabelle, it’s raining! It’s impossible to walk in this heavy rain. You should return to the villa and wait for it to stop,” Butler Paulo said hurriedly, approaching with an umbrella.

Anabelle had no choice; the rain was both unexpected and intense. “Thank you, Butler Paulo.” She returned to the villa.

Inside, Anabelle dried herself with a towel. Then, a deep, magnetic voice called from upstairs, “Go take a hot bath and change out of your wet clothes.”

Anabelle looked up as Lord Alpha emerged from his study. He stood on the stairs, observing her.

“No need, I’ll leave once the rain subsides,” Anabelle politely declined.

Lord Alpha remained silent, his gaze fixed on her. Anabelle felt his eyes scanning her. She lowered her gaze, noticing her silk gown was clinging to her body, its dampness accentuating her curves. The high slit revealed her legs, which Lord Alpha was now intently studying.

Anabelle and Lord Alpha had been together since she was nineteen. She had little contact with other men and remained reserved. As his gaze lingered, her face flushed crimson. She glared at him. What a rascal!

Seeing her embarrassment, Lord Alpha smirked, noting her unchanged reaction to teasing. A little provocation always reddened her face.

“Why are you glaring at me? I kindly suggested a bath, but you refuse to go. You're standing here, drenched, in front of me. Don't tell me you're trying to… seduce me with your wet body?” he teased.

Seduce with a wet body? Anabelle thought him as shameless as ever, a scoundrel.

“Don’t worry, I can’t do anything to you right now. Have you forgotten all the… good things you did to me?” Lord Alpha reminded her.

Anabelle considered his condition. His tone implied a physical limitation.

Just then, Butler Paulo said, “Madam Anabelle, the guest room is ready. Please go in, shower, and change. Young Master Nathan sometimes returns unexpectedly, and if you catch a cold, you might infect him.”

This resonated with Anabelle. She went upstairs to the guest room.

After the door closed, Butler Paulo approached Lord Alpha. “Sir.”

Lord Alpha glanced at the door. “Have you lit the incense?”

Butler Paulo nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Lord Alpha went to his own room to shower instead of returning to his study.

Anabelle emerged from her hot shower to find a nightgown laid out for her. Why a nightgown? she wondered. The rain continued unabated; buying new clothes was impractical. She put on the nightgown.

A soothing fragrance filled the room, calming and sleep-inducing. Anabelle felt drowsy and drifted off.

Soon, the guest room door creaked open, revealing Lord Alpha. Fresh from his shower, he wore a black silk nightgown. The dampness softened his features, making him appear even more handsome.

He approached the bed and looked down at Anabelle. Asleep, her hair lay scattered around her face and neck, creating an alluring picture. Lord Alpha gently brushed her cheek with a fingertip. Her skin was as fair and smooth as it had been twenty years ago. He missed this touch.

Anabelle awoke to a familiar scent, elegant, intoxicating, calming. She sat up, blinking sleepily, to meet Lord Alpha's passionate gaze.

Before she could react, his lips touched her forehead, then her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and finally, her lips. As he kissed her, he deftly untied the nightgown. Her skin remained delicate; he wanted to leave no marks.

He knew her body intimately, even after twenty years. The past was etched in his memory; he knew her as well as he knew himself.

A melodic ringtone broke the silence—Anabelle’s phone. It was Marcus.

Lord Alpha answered. Marcus Bennett’s anxious voice filled the room. “Anabelle, I’m coming for you. Stay away from Lord Alpha! He’s a devil; he has ill intentions…”

A low, hoarse chuckle interrupted Marcus. “Heh.”

Marcus froze. “Augustine… Lord Alpha…”

“Very good, you understand me well,” Lord Alpha said, a charming smile playing on his lips.

“Lord Alpha, why did you answer her phone? Where is she? What have you done?” Marcus demanded.

Lord Alpha raised a confident eyebrow. Laughter filled his eyes, radiating mature charm. “Anabelle is sleeping beside me. She’s tired and can’t talk.”

He hung up, then turned off the phone. Lord Alpha gazed at the sleeping Anabelle with fascination and infatuation. “You’re not behaving very well. You made me search for you for so many years. Tell me, how should I punish you?”

Outside, the rain continued.

After some time, a luxurious car arrived and stopped on the lawn. Marcus had arrived. He pounded on the villa's large door, but received no answer. His clothes were soaked; the cold rain made him appear miserable and defeated. He knew Lord Alpha had deliberately refused to answer. Lord Alpha could have ignored the call, but he answered—a provocation, a challenge. He had anticipated Marcus's arrival and chose to leave him outside in the rain, standing high and mighty, controlling everything, just as he had always done.