He had gone mad, at such a time? It was hard to say it wasn't intentional.
Isidore lifted the hem of her nightgown with one hand, pressing it against Eloise's waist, exposing her soft, fair lower body to the air. Eloise could see the mischievous expression on Isidore's face. After all, it wasn't a good thing for a strange man to be found in a young woman's home, especially this late at night.
He mischievously licked Eloise's leg. That tongue was shameless, both wet and soft, yet not entirely soft. It was flexible like a soft creature, yet there was a driving force that ran through the tongue, pressing hard at the tip, hot and intense.
Eloise held onto the countertop, trying to resist the wave of tingling that made her legs weak. Her lower abdomen clenched twice. Strained from the effort to hold back, her words to send the housekeeper away faltered, lingering in the night air, eerie and unfinished.
The housekeeper cautiously asked, "Miss Devereux?"
She took a breath, raised her head, and paused for a moment. A cold gleam slowly gathered in her clear eyes. She summoned the air of a cruel villainess that she had long since abandoned, her reprimands growing louder and more forceful with each word.
"What's the matter? Don't you understand what I'm saying? Would you like me to help you buy a hearing aid?"
The housekeeper froze for a moment, her expression changing.
Although the obvious conflict with Mrs. Brown made Eloise wear a cold expression most of the time when in the house, making her unapproachable and making others hesitant to approach her, she still maintained her usual manners due to her inherent character.
Usually, when encountering these housekeepers cleaning the rooms, she would step aside, saying thank you and acknowledging their hard work. Even if she didn't get along with Mrs. Brown and their mutual disdain was evident, she would never take her frustration out on the housekeepers.
As housekeepers, it was needless for them to do anything beyond their duties that might provoke her displeasure.
It had been too long without conflict, and they had assumed that this young lady, so controlled by her master, was easy to get along with. Especially in the first month after she arrived, she had been so gentle and friendly.
So, they never expected such an aggressive remark to come from her mouth. Her outward cuteness easily made them forget that Eloise came from a good family background, with the confidence and dignity of a guest in the villa.
The housekeeper, frightened, froze in place, too afraid to move another step—she had truly been half-asleep and was meddling where she shouldn't.
Little did Eloise know the many twists and turns in her mind. When she seemed to be holding her breath in anger, a slight lowering of her head allowed her hair to fall, concealing a downward glance that served as a silent warning.
Isidore ignored her warning. His deep gaze, gleaming in the darkness, carried a subtle, teasing smile. It was as though watching her flail in a panic brought him his greatest amusement.
He even stepped back slightly, revealing a trace of an evil smirk, before beginning to stir restlessly, causing a disturbance.
To drown out the sound in her ears, which was as thunderous as a storm, Eloise had no choice but to raise her voice.
"Why are you still standing there? Do you think you don't have to listen to me just because I'm not the one paying your salary? Don't forget, it's your master who hired me and insisted that I stay here!"
In such a critical moment, Eloise's mind was clouded with panic, leaving no room for rational thought. She couldn't think of what to do if her loud voice woke Mrs. Brown. The only thought racing through her mind was to keep this meddlesome person away, to keep him from coming any closer—if they saw her bringing a man back in the middle of the night, what face would she have left to live the rest of her life with?
Thanks to her experience as a wicked villainess, Eloise was able to play the part of a domineering character with just a slight act, scaring the housekeeper. However, Isidore caught the tremor in her voice that she couldn't quite mask, and he let out a muffled laugh in mockery.
He continued licking Eloise's leg. The itch made her want to scratch, and to ease it, she had no choice but to part her legs slightly.
In the housekeeper's eyes, this was an act of shifting her stance to express extreme impatience. The housekeeper's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of unease stirred within her. Deep down, she was naturally afraid of offending this young lady.
In a hurried attempt to make amends, she tried to please her, saying, "Miss, I..."
Why wasn't she leaving? Why were there still so many words, endless and never stopping! Eloise was utterly frustrated inside. Fortunately, the lighting was dim, and her hair could cover her face; otherwise, her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes would have clearly betrayed her.
She was on the verge of breaking down! Isidore's inventive ways of licking her leg seemed endless. He didn't care whether anyone would notice, fully focused on the task at hand, tormenting Eloise's nerves to the brink of madness.
So leisurely squatting in front of her, his tongue resembled a violin bow, held by a clumsy player who had no skill, dragging it back and forth with a roughness like sawing wood, each time sinking deeper into her.
Eloise, barely able to keep herself together, had no intention of giving the anxious housekeeper a chance to speak. Her fingers gripped the kitchen counter, turning white, and her voice sharply cut through the air: "If you keep nagging, I'll go wake Mrs. Brown and have her judge whether I have the right to use this kitchen!"
Of course, she only said this to intimidate, fully aware that she was being unreasonable. But once her purpose was achieved, she felt a sense of relief, silently grateful.
Thank goodness, the housekeeper finally realized that leaving was the wisest choice. She hurriedly stepped back two paces, saying, "N-No need, Miss. Madam always sleeps deeply, let's not disturb her. I'll go back to my room now. Please, eat and rest early after you're done."
Eloise almost felt a sense of gratitude as she watched the housekeeper quickly return to the other end of the living room, where the servant's quarters were, and heard the door close with a sharp click. She could no longer hold herself up and collapsed, her upper body resting on the counter. Her brown, satin-like hair spilled across the surface, spread out like an open fan.
"Alright, she's gone. Let go of me!" She tried to make her voice sound stern, but it came out weak instead.
Isidore steadily pursued the restive sway of her waist, like a tiger tearing into the flesh of a wounded prey fleeing in desperation—no wasted words, only swift and decisive action.
Eloise twisted her waist, groaning "Mmm, mmm" in an attempt to break free, but unable to do so with two large hands firmly gripping her thighs. She could only stagger, like a drunken person, taking a few wobbly steps from one side of the desk to lean against the other.
This gave Isidore even more room to take full advantage of the situation. Her neck was raised high, and from her heaving chest to her collarbone, a flush of red spread across her skin. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the kitchen floor.
The wrist was tightly grasped, and Isidore leaned in, his gaze unfathomable. Eloise's face, flushed with desire, was marked by defiance. Her legs alternated, pressing against the ground as she moved backward. With a sharp tug of her arm, he pulled her closer, gritting his teeth as he whispered, "I can't hold back any longer. I beg of you!"
She stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then exhaled sharply, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
