Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 268: The Shadowy Figure

Third Person POV

Her lips trembled as she covered her mouth and stifled a smile that bloomed from somewhere deep in her heart.

She didn't want him to know just how completely he had shattered her expectations and remade her world in the softest of ways.

To have this man—her one in a billion—kneel before her and tend to her body with such devotion made her want to cry and laugh at the same time.

It filled her with a happiness so profound that she found herself at a loss for words.

Never in her life had she seen a man, not even her father or older brother, treat a woman with such deep and genuine tenderness.

They had always viewed women as playthings and something that was meant to possess and use.

Even her brother, who constantly claimed he loved his woman, clearly viewed her as someone beneath him.

But Ethan was nothing like that.

He was the perfect man in every sense—his appearance, his intellect, his talent, his strength, his behavior, and most of all, his complete lack of arrogance.

That, above all, was what made her fall for him again and again.

When he finally cleaned away all traces of his release from her, he leaned in and placed the softest kiss on her tender mound.

The moment his lips brushed her heated skin, her knees trembled and a shiver ran through her entire body as it threatened to send her crumbling to the floor.

He let her fall, only to catch her effortlessly as he wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her naked self into a princess carry.

She melted into him and rested her head against his chest, and not a single word passed between them as he carried her out of the bath.

Her arms clung around his neck and her cheek pressed to the bare skin of his chest while her eyes gazed out of the window and took in the vast glowing sprawl of the demon city beneath the night sky.

Suddenly, Ethan's gaze narrowed slightly as he felt something shift.

It was a foreign and intrusive presence brushing against his senses.

It wasn't Velcy as he could immediately tell if she was the one.

This presence felt different and unfamiliar but slightly familiar at the same time while it came subtly from the direction of the window.

The slight familiarity confused him as he wondered who was it.

Is it that dark knight?

He thought with solemnness but still, he didn't react openly.

Instead, he kept his expression calm as he gently laid Virelle on the bed.

She clung to him tightly and was unwilling to let go, so he lay down beside her without a word.

With a thought, he ran his fingers over the bed, and using his precise command of the ice element, he selectively froze every drop of their mingled essence and lifted it away in a flurry of crystalline powder.

The sheets returned to their pristine state and were cool and fresh once more.

He pulled the thick velvety blankets over them both and wrapped them in quiet warmth.

Virelle curled into him as her soft arm rested over his chest and her silky legs tangled gently with his.

She looked up at him with affection glowing in her eyes.

Ethan met her gaze and leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her lips.

It was slow, tender, and filled with the silent promise of eternity.

She responded with equal warmth as her lips parted for him and the kiss deepened with soft languid heat.

But soon, exhaustion began to take its toll.

Within minutes, her breathing slowed and she surrendered to sleep in his arm.

Her eyes were closed and her face was resting in the crook of his neck with a calm and serene expression.

Ethan watched her closely and brushed a few strands of golden hair away from her cheek while feeling lucky over his fate.

He made sure she was deeply asleep with her expression peaceful and utterly trusting, before he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her nose and a soft smile touching his lips.

All the while, he remained aware of the foreign presence just outside the veil of their sanctuary.

It was probing, searching, and trying to slip past the natural two-person restriction the enchanted hotel enforced.

But Ethan didn't stir. Not yet.

His priority was this woman resting in his arms and the one who had given herself wholly to him.

And in this quiet moment, even as danger hovered at the fringes of their sanctuary, all that truly mattered to him was her.

At the same time, he intended to exploit this situation and provoke a sense of superiority in the intruder by feigning ignorance of their presence.

With practiced grace, he slipped out of bed without making the slightest sound or disturbance.

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In mere seconds, he dressed himself in his usual dark attire in his slow and unhurried movements as he radiated a sleepy nonchalance.

As he made his way toward the balcony, he yawned halfway.

It was an act he deliberately exaggerated to emphasize his supposed drowsiness.

All the while, he activated his Soul Veil Manipulation and cloaked his true form beneath an illusion that projected his still-naked figure.

The intruding soul sense was like an oily and almost slick presence but it was completely deceived and perceived only what Ethan wanted it to.

He ensured his illusion stayed intact, not wanting to raise even a flicker of suspicion that he'd noticed the intrusion.

However, what truly caught him off guard was the peculiar obsession the intruding soul sense had with him and him alone.

Not once had it strayed to Virelle's naked form in his arms.

That unwavering focus on him alone was precisely why Ethan had allowed the charade to continue without immediate retaliation.

Had the soul sense even once turned toward Virelle's sleeping and vulnerable body, he would have annihilated it without hesitation.