Stand By Me Darling
Chapter 353: Is It His Fault?

Chapter 353: Is It His Fault?

"You’re so..." Lambert gulped as he held the petite woman in his arms. He needed to push her away and walk as if her mood doesn’t concern him.

She said she doesn’t need me!

But seeing that woman who refused to accept his feelings, despondently dragging her feet slowly towards his residence, he couldn’t hold back and wanted to give her a hug.

His assistant who followed him had found him and looked at him perplexed and Lambert waved his hands to send him away. He didn’t want to be disturbed and he knew his assistant will keep his privacy and won’t let anyone near him.

"She said I’m not allowed to drink in her garden," Jolene sniffed and Lambert’s hands fisted.

She’s crying because of that orang-utan?

"Did she ask you to leave when you came this far to meet her?"

Lambert asked gritting his teeth. If it was Talia who made this woman cry, he wanted to...

Wait! Why am I getting angry at Talia for this woman?

Jolene although wasn’t sober could understand that Lambert got angry. "Oh no! She didn’t ask me to leave. She was concerned for me because..." She paused.

She was ashamed of herself for drinking uncontrollably. And she acted like a child when her friends intervened out of genuine concern.

"Of course. She’s a stuck-up and is careful about who she lets closer to her. Surely she won’t like a Lady getting drunk in the middle of the day near her." Lambert wanted to know what made this woman cry like a baby.

"She is not a stuck-up! And this is not the first time she..." Jolene defended Talia. She was saddened by the tone Talia used, but she can understand it is her fault for meeting her in her drunken state. In fact, every time she met Talia lately, she was under the influence. Talia has a right to be concerned. Talia does not have good opinion about drunkards and she knew it. And yet, she has become one and rubbed it in her face.

"Then why are you crying?" Lambert’s tone became soft and he petted her hair as his other hand wrapped around her waist.

"I think I need help... I don’t want to be like this..." Jolene nuzzled her head in his chest.

In fact, what made her search for alcohol? Wasn’t she fine for long even when she buried her love in her heart? I know... Once I got a taste of his love, I couldn’t hold back. I thought I’d be fine even when he doesn’t like me, but when I knew he likes me too, I couldn’t let him go even though I knew it would be impossible between us.

I miss him more than I thought I would.

Ugh! I should have just stayed away from him like usual.

NO! It was not my fault, but his! He was the one who came looking for me!

"Why did you ask me out? Why did you agree with my stupid suggestion and slept with me? Why were you so compatible with me so much as that I got addicted to your d*ck?" Jolene punched his chest. Her voice shook as she spoke and her hits didn’t even hurt him. Lambert held her hand, stopping her from losing her balance trying to hit him. She started sobbing once more.

Her breath stinky with alcohol ended up on his face, both of their bodies were pressed tightly together and her tears fell on his hand.

Why, she asks! Why else? I love her!

He didn’t know what but he felt a sudden rush through his body that reached his bones; an urge to possess and keep this woman closer to him so that she can’t run away from him and won’t have to suffer anymore.

Wrapping her closely to himself, his lips found its place on her lips. He wondered if she might push him away, but sensing her returning the kiss, he deepened the kiss as his tongue slipped in her mouth. He could feel the loneliness he felt these past few days getting scattered away with every flick of her tongue and with every touch of his lips he wanted to tell her that he still loved her even if she can’t accept him.

"Your Royal Highness!"

Followed by the sound of clacking heels, his assistant’s voice was heard and Lambert, who was indulging himself in the passion he missed for days, opened his eyes with great difficulty to look at the direction.

"You didn’t come across Lady Jolene, did you Sir Benjamin?"

Talia came searching for Rusty? Send her away, Sir Benjamin!

He couldn’t even think properly as Jolene started to suck on his lips and nibbled on them. He bent and kissed her once more and his hands went inside her blouse, reaching her undergarment gently kneading her soft mounds.

He pause his actions, hearing the sound of heels approaching them.

Oh no, is that orang-utan Walking over here?

"I think the Lady already left, Your Highness. If you wish, I can check with the gate’s security."

Sir Benjamin’s thoughtful answer made Lambert sigh in relief.

"Oh? Never mind then Sir Benjamin. I can call her."

Lambert heard the sound of the shoes clacking against the stone tiles drift further away.

"Why are you doing this? You came back to my life like you pleased and then you left as you pleased. How could you do that?" she started sniffing and Lambert got mad as he was blamed a lot by her.

"You were the one who couldn’t even date me properly. How is it my fault?" he hissed her and held her chin and made her look at him.

He couldn’t bear her suffering but at the same time, isn’t she the reason for her own suffering? She pushed him away and she dares to blame him?

"Why did you disappear from my sight?" she held out her hand and placed it on his cheek making him wince. Her hand was cold as ice. "I couldn’t even have a glance at you," Jolene said as tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. "I wanted to at least take a look at you from the distance...But I couldn’t. It was just like before when we were-"

"Did you miss me?" Lambert placed his hand over her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. His heart raced seeing the woman speaking to him in a pleading voice.

"No!"

As if she suddenly got sober, she pulled her hand out of his grip. "I’m sorry for my inappropriate behaviour, Your Highness. I don’t know what got to me. I’ll leave now."

Jolene tried to wriggle out of Lambert’s old, but she couldn’t even move an inch.

"You love me. You miss me. What is stopping you from acknowledging your feelings towards me, Jolene? Can’t you at least give me that?" Lambert’s voice shook.

He watched as Jolene’s already watery eyes reddened with all the tears, clouding once more. She desperately tried to hold back her tears, but still a couple of tears escaped her pretty eyes and rolled on her cheeks.

Lambert gently grazed his thumb on her cheeks wiping off the tears while she was still contemplating her reply.

"This lowly daughter of a Baron dares not to have such burdensome feelings towards His Royal Highness."

Jolene bowed her head and Lambert let out a snort.

"So that’s how it is!"

He with no hesitation picked her up and walked through the hallways not minding he screams. Getting up through the elevator he walked to his room amidst her protests and threw her on the bed.

"What are you doing, Lambert? Let me go!" she screamed at the top of her lungs and Lambert smirked without saying a word and started to undress himself.

"What are you doing?" Jolene crawled to the edge of the bed to find the perfect chance to run away. She watched him struggling as he tried to remove his shirt and she knew she could push him and run away right that instant.

But her legs didn’t move.

"Didn’t you say you’re addicted to my d*ck? So I am taking upon myself to help you with the withdrawal. At least addiction to my d*ck won’t harm you physically like your newfound addiction to alcohol, right?" Lambert smirked as he unzipped his trousers.

"...I said I’m not in love with you."

Jolene didn’t know what she should say. Through their way here there were a handful of staffs that saw her screaming and no one dared to say a word to him. She knew even if he violates her here, no one will be willing to stand by her side.

But why am I this calm? And is this his bedroom?

She looked around. There were pictures of his parents and his nephews. Other than that he had a healthy collection of arts. She didn’t know much about art, but they were all pleasant to look at.

One particular picture caught her eye and not minding Lambert, she walked to the painting. The sea was raging and a big wave was approaching some people who survived a shipwreck, who were holding on to a piece of mast. Although the painting should depict hopelessness, the colour palette of the painting with the golden sun at the horizon expressed optimism - that big wave is the last wave, the storm is over and the sun in rising,

We can survive this!

But will there be hope for me?

Lambert who had undressed down to his boxers and socks sighed seeing the woman mindlessly admiring art. He wanted to ravage her when he picked her up downstairs. He didn’t know if it was love, lust or, just his hurt ego trying to get compensation by forcefully acquiring her against her will.

He just wanted to have her.

He thought she’d be scared and tried to fight him off. But why is she admiring art?

And why is she so pretty?

Ugh! I’m hopeless!

"Like that painting?" Jolene felt a warm hand enveloping around her waist and she placed her hand above his hand. "It’s called "The Ninth Wave". The original painting was done by a Russian painter named Ivan Aivasovsky."

"So this is not the original?"

"No," Lambert bent and kissed her on the cheek. "This is a copy done by another artist. You can take it if you want," his hold around her waist tightened.

"No," Jolene turned and her face blushed seeing him half-naked. "What are you-"

"Jolene, I love you." Lambert hugged her. "I wanted to let you know whether you like it or not."

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