If You Dare Provoke Another Woman I’ll Kick You Out of My Bed

"What did you just say?" Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan had clearly heard her, but pretended not to, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

Serena's face went pale with fright. She was terrified Nolan would go for another round, so she immediately flattered him: "I said you're amazing. Really strong." Men all liked to hear that, didn't they? As she spoke, Serena hugged Nolan tightly to prove her sincerity.

This woman... she really is something.

"As long as you know your man is strong, that's good. From now on, behave yourself and don't go provoking other people." Nolan took the chance to lay down his rule.

Serena hurriedly promised, "I, Serena, swear on everything—I won't provoke any other men."

"That's more like it." Nolan couldn't help but laugh and sigh. He'd always thought Serena was impossible to sway, but now he realized—it was just that he hadn't found her weakness until today.

From now on... if Serena didn't agree with him on something, he'd just drag her to bed and go at it until she gave in. She was so much easier to deal with in bed.

Nolan was perfectly satisfied, but Serena just wanted to cry. What was this mess? Tonight was supposed to be her chance to confront Nolan about his behavior during the day, but before she could get a word in, they'd already ended up in bed.

Fine, so they slept together. But shouldn't she be the one making a scene now—crying, throwing a fit, threatening to hang herself, forcing Nolan to give her official status? And yet...

Instead, she'd become the one being threatened. He said she couldn't provoke other men—but what about him?

The more Serena thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. She buried her head against Nolan's chest and muttered, "You won't let me go near other men—but what about you?"

She'd already let this man have her, and accepted that she'd never get official status. Seeing how Nolan was well past his youth and had never kept a woman by his side, she knew he wasn't the type to marry easily—much less marry her.

If he couldn't marry her, then at least while he loved her and was with her, he should belong to her alone. If Nolan couldn't even meet that small demand, she'd kick him out of bed and treat this as nothing but a one-night stand.

Sure enough, once a woman gives herself to a man, she can't help but lean toward him. The more Serena thought about it, the more frustrated she felt—she had no boundaries left, just letting Nolan do whatever he wanted.

Nolan knew exactly what Serena was worried about. He'd only meant to fake intimacy for the sake of appearances, to keep outsiders from interfering—but he hadn't expected the act to become reality.

Honestly, he'd never planned to get so close to Serena so soon. His original idea was to wait a while, let their feelings settle, and earn more of her trust. But now that it had happened, he didn't regret it at all.

"Serena, as long as you don't go near other men, I won't go near any other women—not even look at them." Before meeting Serena, that was always how he'd lived; ordinary women never caught his eye. If he'd really been a womanizer, with his rank and status, he could have had anyone he wanted.

All these years, there was only ever Serena.

"Fine. Remember what you said today—if you ever go near another woman, or get intimate with one, then don't ever climb into my bed again." Serena wasn't obsessed with purity, but she truly couldn't accept sharing a man with someone else.

Of course, she didn't care about what he'd done before meeting her. But if he slept with another woman after being with her, then came back to her—just the thought made her sick.

It was just gross and dirty. She'd rather give him up than compromise herself.

Even self-sacrifice has its limits. If Nolan ever crossed her bottom line, there'd be nothing left to talk about—they'd be done for good, and there'd be no going back.