Catherine and the Black Emperor

Chapter 141. Melia's Request

In the bedroom.

Sergei stood there with his eyes closed.

His hands were placed behind Agafia's head.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell onto the wooden floor.

It made Agafia's skin appear even brighter and whiter.

He gently patted Agafia's bottom.

Agafia smiled sweetly.

He slowly turned around, his back to Sergei.

That soft, smooth back is like the most beautiful ridgeline on a snow-capped mountain.

She turned around and looked at Sergei with seductive eyes.

Full, red lips.

Soaked with something mixed with saliva.

It shimmered with a captivating luster.

She swayed her slender waist.

An hour later, Agafia was carried to bed by Sergei.

She lazily pulled the blanket over herself.

"When are you coming back?" Agafia asked.

Sergei looked at her with lingering fear: "You can't be serious, can you?"

"How is that possible? I'm in a lot of pain right now."

Agafia pouted her red lips.

Yesterday, from the time I finished dinner until I went to bed, the whole night...

This morning it took almost two hours again.

Who can hold out?

But just as Sergei breathed a sigh of relief, Agafia smiled charmingly and changed the subject.

"Of course, it's a bittersweet experience, so I'm waiting for you to come back soon."

Sergei cursed inwardly, thinking, "What a vixen!"

He looked at Agafia with a meaningful smile.

"You'd better pray I don't come back any soon, because I'll be back with a whip."

However, little did he know that his threat would actually make Agafia's eyes light up.

"Then you'd better come back quickly! I'll call Naya over too!"

Upon hearing this, Sergei fled in panic.

Agafia lay on the bed, giggling with a melodious, silvery laugh.

However, as he went downstairs, Sergei thought about that night at Naya's mansion.

"If there were still whips—"

Sergei suddenly felt that he should come back earlier tonight.

Roman saw Sergei coming downstairs and immediately went to greet him.

"Sir, the guest has arrived and has been taken to Hall 3 as you instructed."

Sergei put on his coat.

"Come on, we're old acquaintances, let's meet."

Just then, a servant suddenly ran in from outside the door.

"My lord, Lady Melia requests an audience."

"Huh?" Sergei was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Matthias's wife arrived at this time.

Although he was in a hurry to leave, he still had Roman lead the person to the reception room.

"Madam, is there anything I can help you with?" Sergei asked with a smile.

Sitting opposite her was Melia, dressed in simple clothes, yet her stunning figure was still undeniable. In fact, this simple attire, paired with her beautiful face, gave her a unique charm.

Unfortunately, with her husband, a member of parliament, imprisoned for life, she, the once high-ranking wife of a member of parliament, also fell from grace.

Despite Sergei providing food and money, she knew that if she couldn't adapt to ordinary life and disappear from public view, she and her daughter would be in danger again once she lost her protection.

"My lord, I wish to see my husband one more time," Melia pleaded.

"No problem, I'll arrange it." Sergei agreed without hesitation.

Before three months had passed, Matthias had told him all the secrets.

Clearly, Matthias had figured it out. Rather than keeping Sergei under his control for three months, only to have his wife and daughters abandoned when the time was up, his sincerity might give them more protection.

Sergei was well aware of Matthias's sincerity.

Moreover, during this time, Melia and her daughter have indeed kept to themselves and no longer spend money extravagantly, causing him no trouble whatsoever, and she is very sensible.

"Thank you, thank you, sir. May I take Liya with me? She made a small gift for her father and wants to give it to him personally," Melia asked hurriedly.

Sergei frowned.

Apart from the first meeting, Melia went alone for the next few meetings.

After all, Melia wore a black robe to conceal her identity, but it would be troublesome for a child to enter a prison. This was not Russia, and he was not the deputy chairman of the secret committee.

Melia noticed Sergei's predicament and immediately knelt down.

"My lord, I beg you, I beg you, please let Liya see her father one last time! I promise it will be the last time!"

Sergei helped the other person up.

"Madam, let me think about this. Please rest here for now. I'll have someone bring your daughter over. We can have lunch here. I need to go out for a bit, and we'll talk again when I get back."

After saying that, he left the reception room.

He's going to Hall 3.

But in fact, his words about Melia's request already implied a possibility of agreeing, otherwise he wouldn't have had Melia's daughter brought over.

If he can't make arrangements, then we'll have to turn to Jonathan.

Melia was alone in the reception room, looking lost and dejected.

In her view, Sergei's failure to agree was tantamount to a refusal.

Especially since the other party insisted that she and her daughter eat there, it was clear that they would send them back after they finished eating.

It's even possible that Sergei didn't return until they finished eating.

Or they could come back, but pretend they didn't, and have the housekeeper send them away.

The more anxious Melia became, the more countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

"It seems we've really gotten the Duke into trouble."

Melia knew that, judging from Sergei's initial quick agreement, he had no intention of preventing her from meeting her husband.

"What are you muttering to yourself?"

The sudden sound startled Melia.

She then noticed a woman with a graceful figure standing at the door. The woman had obviously just gotten up, as she hadn't applied any makeup, which only made her skin look even better.

Wearing pajamas, barefoot on the floor, leaning against the door frame, her face perfectly embodied the meaning of allure.

"May I ask who you are?" Melia asked politely.

She assumed the other person was Sergei's wife, the Duchess, but out of manners, she did not make any decisions before confirming the other person's identity.

Agafia stepped forward: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you? Who are you?"

"My name is Melia, I am Matthias's wife." Melia slightly clenched her hand inside her sleeve.

Her husband is no longer a member of parliament.

The title of "member of parliament" is now an insult to her husband and a thorn in her and her daughter's side, causing them heartache every time it is mentioned.

Agafia smiled: "I know, the former senator who was thrown into prison."

Melia didn't speak, but clenched her fists tighter.

Agafia slowly circled around Melia, observing her figure with great interest.

Although the other person was dressed in loose cloth, it was precisely this looseness that perfectly accentuated Melia's full figure.

Moreover, the clothes were extremely clean and even had a very faint fragrance.

"She has a great figure; no wonder she became a congresswoman's wife."

"Throughout these years, the senator must have had a very comfortable life."