Chapter 164: Chapter 164- A big, fat liar!
Lilian had been startled by the sudden presence behind her, only to relax when she realized it was him. She quickly wriggled out of his arms, narrowing her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, a mix of surprise and embarrassment in her voice.
She had intended to sneak in quietly, just to take a look around. Who knew he would be here too? This was awkward, to say the least.
Morrison chuckled, his voice teasing but warm.
"Of course, I came to wait for you."
Ever since leaving Burg Eltz, he had driven straight here. Knowing her as well as he did, he figured she would probably come—she was sentimental, warm-hearted, and this apartment had been her home for years. Now that it was back in her hands, she’d naturally want to see it first.
Lilian was too embarrassed to ask how he had known she would come. By showing up here, hadn’t he just read her mind?
Flustered, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but Morrison stopped her.
"Since you’re here, you might as well take a look."
They stood in the living room. Morrison spoke softly, a comforting warmth in his tone.
"These are all your old belongings. I haven’t touched a thing. Someone comes regularly to clean."
"When I miss you... I come here too..."
Looking at the familiar setup, feeling the warmth of her own little haven, a gentle heat flowed through Lilian’s chest.
She had once doubted his sincerity, questioned his motives in trying to win her back.
But faced with these little acts of care, every doubt and suspicion melted away.
In this moment, she only wanted to let him feel her heart, let him understand her feelings.
Before she knew it, his lips had claimed hers. She didn’t resist.
Their kisses deepened, breaths mingling, hearts racing—hers and his in perfect chaos.
He pressed her against the wall, one hand holding her, the other shielding her back, preventing her from hitting it, then bent to continue capturing her lips.
They kissed with an intensity that seemed endless. Her lips were glued to his, her body responding instinctively to the heat he stirred within her.
Just as everything threatened to spiral out of control, Morrison abruptly pulled back, burying his face into the fragrant curve of her neck, panting.
"Sorry..." he murmured.
Lilian, catching her breath, whispered back softly, unable to find the words.
"It’s okay... I’ll wait. I know it’s not the right time yet—"
After saying that, Morrison tried to pull away. Staying pressed against her any longer—it would be too dangerous.
But her slender arms hooked around his neck, holding him close, and soft lips pressed against his once more. Her warm, wet tongue teased his, igniting a fire in his throat. He gripped her waist tightly, his voice hoarse as he muttered,
"You—"
Lilian lifted her face, smiling at him with a playful, teasing curve of her lips.
"Even though you’re still in your little ’evaluation period,’ we’re adults now. You can’t be too strict about... bodily needs."
She added a teasing tilt of her head and a flirty question:
"Don’t you agree?"
Morrison’s emotions twisted in a storm.
Joy—because she was willingly giving herself to him, finally allowing him to taste her.
Anger—because the way she said it made it sound so casual, as if her body could belong to him, but her heart might not.
This was reckless. Too irresponsible.
Ever since they reunited, he hadn’t forced her—he’d held back, respecting her wishes. And now, she spoke so lightly about being with him, as if it was merely to satisfy physical desire...
His chest burned with frustration, yet he still craved her. Torn between fire and ice, he finally bent down and scooped her up in his arms.
"You’re the one who tempted me!"
He growled the words, then kicked open the bedroom door. Setting her down on the bed, his strong body followed, covering hers. He kissed her with a ferocity that left no space for resistance, a storm consuming everything she was.
For Lilian, it was exhilarating, yet exhausting.
For Morrison, it was like a long drought finally quenched, leaving him relentless, insatiable.
Lilian had never imagined she would be back in Morrison’s arms so soon. Yet with every passionate or tender gesture, she found herself falling, step by step, unable to resist him.
Her heart softened. Her resolve crumbled. She simply couldn’t fight him.
That night, Lilian returned to the Burg Eltz mansion to sleep. She had originally planned to come home for dinner, and Tiffany had called to ask if she wanted to wait. But Morrison had clung to her in bed, refusing to let her leave, so she told Tiffany she’d eat out.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell her parents what had happened with him. At the mansion, Tiffany gave her a single knowing glance but said nothing, retreating to her room. Lilian collapsed onto her bed, her body aching.
Later, when she went to shower, she noticed marks on her waist where his large hand had gripped her. She wondered if it was her delicate skin or if his strength was just too much.
Her phone buzzed—it was Morrison calling.
He hadn’t left the mansion gate yet, still waiting outside.
"Your mom didn’t say anything, right?"
He was worried she might be scolded for coming home late, and he was ready to step in and take responsibility for anything if necessary.
Lilian’s voice was weak as she replied,
"Nothing..."
Morrison, hearing the exhaustion in her tone, let out a low chuckle.
"Tired?"
Lilian snorted lightly, sensing the fiery undertone in his question.
"Good... you should be."
She didn’t want to hear his shameless teasing, so she quickly said,
"Alright, I’m hanging up. I need to rest."
But Morrison called after her, the playful tone gone, replaced by seriousness.
"Let’s set a time for our parents to meet properly. I can’t keep living like this—secretly, half-hidden. I want us to be together openly, every moment, everywhere—together."
Although the two families were old friends and had a good relationship, they had never met officially as in-laws. Once that step was taken, it would mean discussing marriage in earnest.
Lilian froze. She knew exactly what Morrison meant: he wanted to bring their relationship fully into the open, making it official.
Panic fluttered in her chest. She hadn’t planned to talk about marriage so soon. She hurriedly said,
"I’m really tired... I’ll sleep now—"
Trying to use it as an excuse to dodge the topic.
But Morrison’s voice on the line was firm, unwavering.
"This time, I’m not letting you decide. I’ll set the time and place myself."
The last time they had dated, she had refused to go public, and he had yielded to all her wishes. In the end, even their breakup had been kept quiet.
Afterwards, he had even regretted it. If back then they had gone public, if they had faced their parents’ scrutiny from the start, would he have been so foolish as to suggest breaking up?
So this time, no matter what, he wouldn’t yield to her. Now that she had returned to his side, the first priority was clear: meet the parents, gain their recognition and approval.
Wasn’t that how other couples did it? Once they liked each other, they brought each other home, let the families meet, and then everything would proceed naturally.
After giving these instructions, Morrison hung up decisively. The reason he ended the call so abruptly was simple—he wouldn’t give Lilian a chance to argue.
On the other end, Lilian was fuming.
"Hey—hey――!"
She protested into the phone, only to realize he had already hung up.
How could he be like this? He had said he would let her take her time, let her "test" him, and now—suddenly—he wanted them to meet the parents!
A liar!
A big, fat liar!