Chapter 499. Lovers: Old and Young

Proserpina

Later, we lay, I with my head on his arm, lazily tracing the hair that ran from his chest down to his thick, sated member.

‘Schwartz wants to leave,’ he said bluntly, and I felt the pain in his words. The two of them, Handsome James and my husband had been together since forever. But I had sensed that the Scotsman, who I suspected loved me, was dissatisfied now. He had told me once that he longed to be back in his native Highlands. He had had enough of this life. Loyalty to Lucien and the deep affection and respect he had for my husband had kept him with us all these years.

Raising myself on an elbow, I kissed my husband’s cheek and asked quietly, ’Why?’

Lucien gave a short, humorless laugh.’ Mid-life crisis, he calls it. But,’ and here his hand, which had been stroking my shoulder, firmly gripped me as he growled.

“He is in love with you, woman. And he knows he can only have you if I die. ‘

His eyes were like silver sl