The family had no choice but to rush to the prison, leaving her grandmother behind.
The old woman's eyes were red from seeing her scandalous actions. "You! You! Have you no shame?!"
The two reluctantly parted from each other, feeling the residual heat. She turned her head, but Ansel's sights remained on her.
"So? Go bother your new family!" she said, "I'm staying at Althea's house!"
Ansel looked at the things he was holding and the fake-cast that gave way sometime during their kiss.
He followed her and sighed, walking back to the second villa area. However, on the way there he saw Winona by the gates. "You have access, right? At least through the gate."
She nodded, though she didn't enter. "But…" she paused, looking at the time lit up by the tower. It was already very late.
"I'm afraid of disturbing something," she mumbled and pouted.
Ansel looked at her flushed cheeks and plump lips, his breath turning a little heavier.
"Definitely," he said, "I know the kids are with Sheila right now."
Although he didn't exactly know how active of a sex life those two had, he knew that when the children were not with them, it meant that they woke up a bit later than they usually would.
This made Winona freeze, also realizing the same thing.
(The couple never shared, but their PDA and states were telltale signs.)
((Garan would also be in an especially good mood the next day, so Ansel knew he could get away with a lot more during those days.))
"Instead… I received this week's stock of Althea's wine," he said, tone lowering in timber. "I was planning on sharing it with Oslo, as I usually do, but… seeing as that you lost the bet…"
If Oslo was here, he would pout. What about bros first?
Inside Ansel's room, the two of them were now sitting on the floor with their backs against the bed's apron.
"What were you thinking when you changed the house's ownership anyway?" Ansel asked as she filled her cup.
Ansel knew the house was bought by Althea, as an advanced payment to the good employee. It should've been in Winona's name.
Winona sneered at this, sipping a bit. She closed her eyes as she appreciated the sublime taste of the drink before looking at Ansel. "You think I have a choice?
"I delayed it for a long time, but she started nagging about how it was her money that supported us in the other territories.
"It was true, though we were only able to recover a bit before the territories fell, it was technically still dozens and dozens of gold.
"I thought, what could go wrong? My grandmother is not only selfish and definitely wouldn't be 'kind hearted' to strangers—she is also so insufferable she probably wouldn't make friends."
Their shot was consumed by this time, so they refilled their cups.
"How could she take in a family then?"
Winona paused, a little red now, and drank the entire cup down. "The reason why we got engaged was that our families were extremely close from her generation."
That family was technically nouveau-riche, but they definitely got their money piggy-backing on her grandmother and her connections.
"That woman spoiled that jerk more than she did to me. It's like he's her grandson!"
Ansel blinked, filling their cups again.
This made the two pause and look at each other. The scandals that went behind closed doors of rich families… if true, this wouldn't be surprising at all!
"EWW! Technically he's like my first cousin then? She's trying to make me commit incest?!" she almost sat up in shock, but she got dizzy and fell back down again.
Ansel was quick to catch her and his breath hitched when he felt her softness.
He gulped. "Your grandma really did seem a little off in her head despite the posh image she maintained," Ansel said, beginning to slur his words, downing another cup.
He paused, leaning down in half-whisper, "Maybe… she's a product of incest too?"
Winona paled, imagining the worst. "Maybe I'm —"
"Well, I doubt it. You look fine despite all your flaws," he droned, subtly touching the edge of her newly-cut hair.
Winona didn't know this, but his words made her a little annoyed. "You—"
She turned to face him, only to realize that their faces were only an inch away. They could feel each other's body heat, which got hotter as they got more inebriated.
He was very handsome right now, appearing very seductive with his flushed cheeks and deep green eyes that seemed to peer through all of her. Winona found herself a little fascinated.
"You'll need to make sure to have someone not so closely related though, or else your kid would have something wrong…" he whispered, not moving a millimeter away from her.
"Hmmm…" she mumbled with a cute nod.
Ansel leaned down a bit, to feel more of her heat and she also gravitated towards him like a magnet.
When their lips touched, their entire bodies tingled, and soon their bodies started rubbing each other in search for more.
Soon, they started touching each other in intimate ways and the heat was going to their heads to even notice any oddity.
"Hmmm~" Winona gasped as Ansel's hand reached her breast and began kissing her neck. Her fingers buried into his gossamer locks, massaging his soft red hair.
She always thought it was annoyingly nice since he was a guy, but now she just thought it was really nice to touch.
She couldn't help but grip it harder when he groped her breast through her thin clothing and she gasped when he tickled its peak.
It felt like she was being consumed, and she wanted more.
"More…" she whispered, caressing his soft head, and his eyes darkened with lust even more.
He lifted his head to look at her face dazed in pleasure. He admired her expression before he leaned down again, though this time to give her a soft peck.