RNP Chapter 37 Sleeping Together
Chapter 37 Sleeping Together
Honestly, Ventara regretted not being able to resist patting Leosley's head in the office that day and calling him "good dog."
Because the latter seemed to have tasted the sweetness of this, he has recently become increasingly demanding, even abandoning his comfortable ducal chair and placing a small chair next to her desk, where he would seduce her every day with his hair on top of his head.
He's the boss, and no one can do anything about him not liking to work, but Ventara doesn't dare to slack off like him every day. To convince certain gossipy guys, she's usually very diligent.
After a while, she simply took the chair he didn't want.
The Duke's chair was really comfortable.
However, perhaps because it was custom-made, it was deliberately made larger to accommodate Leosley's more robust physique compared to the average person, making Ventara appear even smaller when she sat on it.
In short, very cute.
As Leosley thought about it, he inexplicably felt a slight itch in his two canine teeth and wanted to gently bite the girl's face.
He moved closer.
Ventara was already used to this ever-present furry head and skillfully pushed him away to continue doing her own thing.
Leosley wouldn't let it go, driving her to her utter annoyance.
"Is the Duke free today?"
After pushing him away for the seventh time, Ventara threw down her pen and looked at him impatiently.
Leosley felt no remorse whatsoever. Seeing that she had finally acknowledged him, he smiled and said, "Aren't you going to give your good dog some affection? It's an essential lesson for any good owner."
Ventara misses the "little dog" from her childhood who would even argue with her about that nickname, because she really can't stand this shameless Leosley now.
Ventara disliked office romances and never initially intended to be with Leosley. If it weren't for that damned drunken encounter, they would probably still be maintaining a simple superior-subordinate relationship.
Instead of like it is now—
She cupped his face in her hands, looking at it from left to right, and hesitated for a long time before reluctantly kissing Leosley on the cheek.
Although it was a bit perfunctory, the recipient was still quite satisfied.
Today's softening task √
Leosley squinted, thinking with a pleasant mood.
Although the people he sent out still couldn't find out where Ventara went after being sent away by the Delascos, judging from the current progress, perhaps one day he would get the answer from Ventara herself.
Perhaps all it takes is a trigger, like a date tomorrow.
Today is Friday, and the planned date on Saturday is fast approaching. Leosley naturally hopes that their relationship can progress further after this date, but he doesn't know what Ventara is thinking.
What can Ventara think?
All she could think about was finally being able to abandon the fake "dog wolf" and pet a real dog.
As soon as it was time to leave work, she would close the file she had just finished processing, turn around, and walk out.
Leosley thought this was quite rare, since he was the one who usually did this.
Seeing that he was still standing there and hadn't followed, Ventara turned around in confusion: "Aren't you coming with me?"
She didn't have the money to pay for the room at the most expensive hotel in Fontainebleau.
Leosley was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and said with a sigh, "Didn't you say Saturday?"
On Saturday, we'll go to the water for a nice day out, and then the next day we'll go to Irie Island to pick up the Melousin family and head back to Peterhof.
Ventara knew, of course, but the work was already done, so couldn't she go up and pet the dog a little longer?
However, since Leosley would be paying for the rest of the trip, she would have to be careful about her tone and manner of speaking if she wanted the man to be willing. She couldn't be as impolite as before; at least she had to be sweet-talking.
A whole host of mischievous ideas were popping into her head, but Ventara remained expressionless as she looked at him.
Her deliberately softened tone didn't match her expression.
"Don't you want to spend more time with me? Wasn't this supposed to be a date?"
For lovers, wouldn't they hope that this period of time could last as long as possible?
She was subtly seducing him.
Leosley felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart.
Although this was so far ahead of schedule and had seriously deviated from his original plan, he simply couldn't resist the temptation and could only resign himself to taking his things and following her.
Ventara's expression softened considerably, and she even greeted Siegwen warmly when she happened to pass by: "Good evening, Siegwen."
"Huh?" Siegwen waved at her blankly. "Uh, good evening, Ventura..."
The head nurse, who was puzzled, felt it was a bit surreal until she turned around and saw the Duke, who, as usual, liked to follow behind Ventara, and finally found some sense of reality.
She patted her chest to calm herself down and let out a long sigh: "That makes sense. It must have been the Duke who made everyone too happy—"
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Ventara, who had only casually greeted her, did not expect that Siegwen would think so much. At this point, she had given up packing her luggage because of Leosley's persuasion.
"Don't worry, everything there is ready and prepared. You just need to bring the people with you."
Ventara also felt that since it was the best hotel in Fontainebleau, it would definitely take the needs of its guests into full consideration, so she didn't need to worry about it too much.
So she put down her suitcase and, feeling relaxed, followed Leosley onto the cruise ship bound for Fontaine.
Since they chose to set off after get off work on Friday, it was already quite late when the two disembarked, and a few dim stars even appeared on the horizon.
Ventara looked at Leosley expectantly: "The store you mentioned should still be open, right?"
"Unfortunately."
Before mentioning the store to her, Leosley had already done some research. Perhaps because the novel approach attracted a lot of customers, the store seemed a bit lazy in its marketing and often closed early.
"It's probably too late at this point," he concluded.
Ventara deflated instantly.
However, she quickly found a way to cheer herself up, thinking that at least she could have a day trip to a luxury hotel, and that sleeping in such a place for one night and waiting until tomorrow shouldn't be too difficult.
So she turned her head and looked at Leosley expectantly, which elicited a soft chuckle from the man.
"Let's go."
Leosley didn't intend to keep them in suspense and led them directly to the place he had prepared beforehand.
It wasn't until she had walked along this road for nearly half an hour, and the scenery around her was becoming increasingly remote, that Ventara realized something was wrong.
If you want your business to thrive, you shouldn't open a hotel in a place like this, right?
However, she hadn't been back to Fontaine for so long that she wasn't sure if all current trends were this unique, so she held back from asking.
It wasn't until a building that was clearly not a hotel appeared before them, and Leosley continued leading her inside, that Ventara finally spoke: "Duke, please tell me, which hotel is actually a manor?"
Yes, what they were facing was a manor.
It is no ordinary manor, but its size far exceeds that of a typical estate. No wonder it cannot be located in the heart of Fontainebleau; it is clearly not a place for ordinary people to live in.
As for who among them isn't an ordinary person—there's no need to even think about it.
Ventara looked at Leosley with a mournful expression: "Or are you planning to open your estate to the public for tours starting today?"
Leosley raised an eyebrow: "That might indeed be a decent revenue figure."
The Palace of Mo Mang had allocated him two houses. One was in the center of Fontaine, suitable for daily office work and convenient communication; the other was this one, in a remote but luxurious location, suitable for making a grand impression. It even had servants provided for him.
However, Leosley himself disliked extravagance and rarely came here; the servants were also dismissed.
He came here simply to keep Wentara company, and if she didn't like it, he really wouldn't mind renting out the long-vacant manor.
However, since it was a long-planned scheme to lure people here, Leosley wasn't planning to give up so quickly.
He pressed his hand to his chest, feigning tears: "How heartless of you! I couldn't book the best room because you changed your plans, so I had no choice but to bring you to my place."
It's the Duke's residence, after all, so it's much better than a so-called hotel.
Ventara knew, of course, that she simply didn't like being lied to.
The stubborn fellow let out a cold laugh: "If there's a hotel in all of Fontainebleau that even the Duke can't book a room in, then the person who owns it must be either the Water God or the Supreme Judge, right?"
Leosley readily admitted his mistake, raising his hands in surrender: "It was my fault, it was my selfishness that got the better of me, but don't you really want to try the bed in the Duke's room? It's really soft—"
He blatantly seduced him, just as Ventara had done to him not long ago.
They knew each other very well and knew how to exploit each other's weaknesses.
Ventara pouted: "Then you'd better be prepared for me to take over your room and you to be relegated to the guest room."
Of course, things might not turn out exactly as she says in the end.
Leosley had long since figured out that Ventara was all bark and no bite from their daily interactions, and in the end, he managed to win her a place in his bed by using his silver tongue.
To avoid being kicked out in the middle of the night for failing at the last minute, he behaved himself quite well.
Ventara lowered her guard, which was almost gone, and only asked to sleep on one side of the bed with him.
Leosley agreed.
However, in the middle of the night, some guy who had sworn not to bother him crawled out from under the covers on the other side and snuggled into his arms, rubbing his face against his chest without any hesitation.
"Ventara?" he called out tentatively.
As expected, there was no response, and the girl continued her actions as if she were sleepwalking.
Leosley's pajamas were slightly torn open, and his well-developed pectoral muscles, honed through years of training, were incredibly soft in his relaxed state.
In her sleep, Wintara even unconsciously reached out and pulled open her pajamas, finally settling down with satisfaction and using them as her pillow.
Leosley was both amused and exasperated, and reached out to pull her into his arms.
The soft "pillow" was gone, and Wintara smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, but the man's body temperature was so comfortable, and the beautiful dream she was having made her reluctant to open her eyes.
"Leo..."
In the end, she just mumbled something in a daze.
(End of this chapter)
The author says: My roommate dragged me out to play today. There's still one chapter I haven't finished writing, so I might not be able to post it until midnight. You can wait until tomorrow morning to read it.
Happy New Year in advance! The cover has been changed to a greeting illustration I drew myself, featuring little stick figures of Leosley and Ventura. Due to size issues, it can only be displayed horizontally. Please share it on your phones.
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