Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 763: Chapter 245: The White Family’s Fox Immortal Statue_4

Quite spectacular.

Although he felt his body growing hot, his rationality was still able to suppress it absolutely.

Normally, a person affected would ignore everything else, dominated by desire.

But Leonard Churchill was very clear about his situation now.

It was like watching his own movie in his mind, restless, yet clear that he was in a mental environment.

This was no place to “enjoy a good dream.”

Thinking this, Leonard continued to walk forward.

After a few steps, he was holding the warm skin.

…

Vera Williams walked gingerly through the corridor.

Gradually, she noticed the surroundings getting darker, the sounds growing fainter.

She didn’t have the powerful Mental Power that Leonard had.

Without even realizing what happened, she found the scenery around her changed.

In front of her was a white chapel with a pointed roof, surrounded by a sea of white roses.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Vera looked down and saw herself in a simple white gown.

“Oh… So I’m getting married?”

Within the illusion, Vera was completely oblivious to any incongruity, as if in a dream where everything was just as she liked and hoped for.

She saw family and friends with smiling faces all around, arm in arm with her father in a black suit, walking into the chapel.

Vera saw a man also dressed in white, his back to her — is that my groom?

By the time she came to her senses, she was already standing behind him.

The man in the white suit turned around, and Vera saw the corners of his mouth lifted in what seemed like a handsome smile.

But strangely, she couldn’t make out his features clearly.

Vera felt an intimate connection with the man in front of her, they laughed and embraced each other.

It felt… warm, safe.

So familiar.

Their embrace became passionate, their kiss fiery, their bodies melding together.

The air was filled with the scent of happiness and love.

It seemed… not so bad after all.

Ah, he is my husband.

Of course, it’s okay!

Until she heard a familiar voice beside her ear gently calling, “Miss Vera Williams?”

Vera suddenly realized that the man’s face before her became clear, and she recognized who it was.

Her heart fluttered: “Mr. Leonard Churchill?”

…

This Mental illusion was the most inscrutable one Leonard had ever encountered.

Leonard could find no way to break free at all.

As he walked and pondered, suddenly, a warm body collided into his arms.

Leonard reached out to catch the girl who would have fallen, only to see clearly the pretty face in front of him — it was Vera.

Vera in his arms also displayed unusual enthusiasm, pressing herself against him willingly.

Dressed in an adventurous outfit of a green vest and hunting breeches today, it was cool, her slender waist exposed, a large swathe of smooth skin under his hand.

The girl even took the initiative to guide Leonard’s hand under her vest, instantly making him feel like he was holding the warm skin.

From the outside, the curves appeared too lofty, but upon touch, he found them delicate and full.

With a gentle squeeze, they deformed, their suppleness seeming to leap from his grasp, the softness spilling through his fingers, just right.

Such exquisite tenderness made it hard for him to let go for a moment.

Leonard knew he was in an illusion and wondered, “An illusion? Or is it truly Vera Williams?”

At that moment he really couldn’t distinguish.

The sophisticated Mental illusion could simulate all human tactile sensations, such perfect realism, he wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

Moreover, his thoughts seemed to be guided by some High-level Laws, lost in tenderness.

One of his hands supported Vera’s perky bottom, while the other wandered across that slippery skin, as guided by her.

The youthful aroma of a girl entered his nostrils, adding a rich, exotic fragrance.

After all, she was still a girl, full of shyness — Vera buried her head in Leonard’s broad shoulders, reluctant to meet his gaze.

The light was delicately dim.

Their faces were close, the rest of the world shrouded in darkness.

Their temples rubbing, the heat whirling into his ears, a tingling sensation.

Soon enough, her form-fitting vest seemed to slip off unnoticed.

No one cared whether the girl undressed herself or someone else ripped off her clothes.

The utmost darkness served as the perfect backdrop, making Vera Williams’s half-naked beautiful body appear to glow, flawlessly white with even the blue veins visible on her skin.

Leonard Churchill could feel the skin pressing against his chest turning from smooth and warm to scorching, his heartbeat clear and strong.

He looked at the bewildered young girl in his arms, and smiled faintly.

Reason ultimately allowed him to figure it out.

Leonard Churchill chuckled lightly, “Miss Vera Williams?”

…

As if waking from a dream, Vera Williams’s sensory consciousness suddenly returned from that light and illusory spiritual world to reality.

No longer just the tender and enchanting haze, but a genuine, burning touch of skin against skin.

I’m being held in his arms?

Oh, no, it seems like I’m the one holding him?

This posture, ambiguous and close.

There wasn’t the slightest bit of privacy to speak of.

Vera Williams instantly realized something and immediately became alert.

She remembered the wedding scene in her dreams, and also quickly recognized she was caught in a mental illusion, but the vivid reality was right before her eyes.

She was intimately nestled with him, and she was half-undressed.

Where are my clothes…

Ah, it seems like I took them off myself?

Vera Williams became completely alert all at once.

She could distinctly feel her heart “thumping,” “thumping,” as if it were about to jump out.

The key point was, she still didn’t dare “wake up.”

She could only pretend to be dead, resting on his shoulder.

At that moment, Vera Williams internally debated furiously and contradictorily: “Ah… What on earth did I do… Mr. Leonard Churchill will definitely think my behavior is very impolite… Huh… Why do I think it’s impolite instead of feeling embarrassed? Hmm… I’m also very embarrassed. What kind of lady would… would do such a thing… It’s so shameful…”

Her thoughts were in complete turmoil.

She had no awareness left, only able to continue holding him, hoping that time would just stop right here.

Oh, it would be best if this moment too was a dream.

However, Vera Williams didn’t speak, but her warming skin and quickening heartbeat betrayed her.

The mass pressing on her chest was clearly felt by Leonard Churchill; he knew she must have awakened from the illusion.

“There is a very clever mental illusion in this tunnel, let’s think about how to get out…”

Leonard Churchill didn’t make the young girl feel embarrassed, but talked about the matter at hand.

Meanwhile, he gently patted Vera Williams’s unshielded back, saying in a very calm tone, “Get down.”

As he spoke, Leonard Churchill’s free left hand grabbed, and the green vest on the ground was pulled into his grasp by gravitational force.

He slipped it over her head in one smooth motion.

The corporate heiress lying on his shoulder knew she couldn’t feign sleep any longer and timidly responded, “Oh.”

Just as she was about to get down, she lifted her head, and the shirt was already draped over her neck.

With the covering, she breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly slid her hands through the sleeves.

In an instant, she concealed the expanse of skin exposed to the air.

The moment of awkwardness didn’t linger long before dissipating.

Still, after having such close contact, Vera Williams’s feet hit the ground, and she nervously sneaked a glance at him from the corner of her eye.

Leonard Churchill saw her look, and smiled as he always did, nonchalantly touching her head, “Let’s go, we’ll figure out a way out first.”

“Oh.”

Vera Williams, seeing that his smile held no hint of teasing, felt the embarrassment fade away considerably.

With the darkness hiding it, the blush on her pretty face also quietly receded.

She didn’t dare to wander off, so she stayed close behind Leonard Churchill.

Somehow, she felt inexplicably reassured all at once.

…

Somehow, Leonard Churchill and Vera Williams just walked out.

When the two of them emerged, Elder Clinton and Pigeon had apparently been waiting for a while.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Hey… Why did you only come out now? There were no forks in the road, I thought you got lost.”

“You didn’t encounter the mental illusions?”

“Nope. We walked and then you disappeared.”

…

Because there were two more God statues here now.

Two statues that seemed to be shaped like bizarre insects.

Leonard Churchill knew the White Family was skilled in controlling insects.