All-around teacher at the magic academy

Chapter 185 Tryst

The afternoon sun shone through the half-drawn curtains into a corner of the room.

Mrs. Hills sat at her ornate dressing table, intently working on her makeup.

Her movements were gentle and skillful, and every detail revealed her meticulousness and attention to detail.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, at a face that was almost flawlessly beautiful, with smooth skin, exquisite features, and an air of noble elegance that remained constant.

However, her gaze involuntarily lingered on the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which seemed to be a silent reminder that youth was quietly slipping away.

Mrs. Hills sighed softly, a sense of helplessness welling up inside her. She knew that a woman's most beautiful years are like sand slipping through her fingers; no matter how tightly she holds on, they will eventually slip away little by little.

Unwilling to succumb to the passage of time, she picked up a makeup brush and carefully applied makeup to the corners of her eyes, using heavy makeup to cover up the traces of time that inadvertently appeared.

After carefully grooming herself, Mrs. Hills once again examined herself in the mirror.

A hint of satisfaction shone in her eyes; the wrinkles had been perfectly concealed, and her face remained radiant.

Mrs. Hills's face blossomed with an elegant smile again, a smile that seemed to be her mask, always allowing her to present herself in the most dignified manner, regardless of her inner turmoil.

She walked to the wardrobe and carefully selected an outfit that was both stylish and understated, which she had specially prepared for the afternoon's occasion.

After dressing neatly, Mrs. Hills lifted her skirt and stepped out the door. Standing on the street, she gracefully waved to a passing carriage to stop.

She briefly told the driver her destination, then quietly slipped into the carriage and sat on the soft seat.

As the carriage started moving, she closed her eyes and began to contemplate the meeting that was to come that afternoon.

The carriage moved slowly along the cobblestone road, making rhythmic sounds.

Soon, the carriage stopped, and Mrs. Hills felt a slight jolt. She opened her eyes, straightened her clothes, and then stepped down from the carriage.

She looked up at the solemn and towering church building before her, took a deep breath, as if gathering courage for her next move.

Then, she straightened her back and resolutely stepped across the church threshold.

The interior of the church is quiet and sacred, with sunlight casting colorful shadows through the stained glass windows.

Cardinal Hughes sat in a chair to the side, eyes closed in deep thought, his face radiating solemnity and tranquility.

At this moment, there were no other believers in the church, and the tranquil atmosphere contrasted sharply with the noisy world outside.

Typically, the church would gather its congregation in the evenings for prayers and Mass, while the daytime belonged to Hughes alone.

Hearing the crisp sound of high heels on the stone slabs behind him, Cardinal Hughes's face gradually softened into a gentle smile, his voice tinged with pleasure: "You've come?"

Mrs. Hills responded softly, "Mm."

She placed her small bag on the chair beside her and then slowly walked to Hughes's side. Her steps were light, as if she did not want to disturb the tranquility.

Hughes tilted his head slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and asked, "I hope Earl Hills won't find out you're here?"

Mrs. Hills smiled slightly and replied, "How could that be? He's busy with all sorts of official business during the day and has no time for anything else. Besides, he comes to your place for Mass in the evening, so he won't even notice my whereabouts."

Upon hearing this, Hughes burst into hearty laughter: "Hahahaha, that's good."

Amidst laughter, he reached out and pulled Mrs. Hills into his arms, gently stroking her beautiful body with his hand, his actions revealing a sense of possession and doting.

Mrs. Hills leaned into Hughes's arms, her voice tinged with smugness: "Otherwise, why would I let you organize these gatherings at night? That way, he'd be too busy to do anything else."

She paused briefly, then resumed her serious tone and continued, "How's it going?"

"Don't worry, I think things are going quite smoothly," Hughes said with a hint of confidence, but then he seemed a little cautious.

"However, it will probably take some time before I can completely control Earl Hills, after all, my strength in the organization is not particularly outstanding."

Mrs. Hills nodded gently, a hint of determination in her eyes: "It's alright, I can wait. As long as we can ultimately achieve our goal, time is not an issue."

As she finished speaking, Mrs. Hills began to slowly remove her clothes.

Her movements were elegant and alluring; each layer of clothing that fell away was like unveiling a veil, gradually revealing her captivating body.

Hughes stared intently at the figure before him, his throat bobbing involuntarily as he swallowed, a burning desire surging within him.

Before Mrs. Hills could completely remove her clothes, Hughes could no longer contain his impulse and pounced on her, his movements hurried and rough.

“Wait a minute…” Mrs. Hills complained softly, her voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, but more so a teasing tone.

Hughes seemed not to hear him, his breathing rapid and his eyes filled with longing: "It's okay, leaving a little is more exciting...isn't that more fun?"

His words were filled with desire; he was completely captivated by the scene before him, unable to extricate himself.

“That’s not what I meant. What I meant was, where does he usually sit in church?”

Mrs. Hills gently pushed Hughes away, a serious glint in her eyes. The change in topic suddenly made the atmosphere more serious.

Hughes was taken aback at first, then he understood what Mrs. Hills meant. He burst into laughter: "Hahaha, this is it..." He pointed to the spot next to him, a hint of mockery in his smile.

Mrs. Hills smiled slightly, then swayed her body slightly, her movements alluring, and her voice became soft and seductive: "Then come on."

Hughes’s eyes instantly turned fervent, and he could hardly take his gaze off Mrs. Hills.

He had long been unable to suppress his inner impulses, and now they were completely ignited. He pulled Mrs. Hills into his arms and kissed her lips roughly, his movements urgent and passionate.

His hands roamed over her body, kneading her sensitive areas, as if he wanted to release all his passion.

……

Afterwards, Mrs. Hills gently tidied her clothes, her movements meticulous and orderly, as if she were composing her own feelings.

She checked her makeup in the mirror to make sure there were no traces left.

"We still need to be careful and not let anyone find out about our relationship, in order to avoid any unexpected incidents."

Mrs. Hills turned to Hughes and spoke, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness and vigilance.

Hughes smiled confidently: "Don't worry, I'm sure about all of this. Our affair won't be discovered."

As he spoke, Hughes embraced Mrs. Hills from behind, his movements gentle and full of emotion, his lips lightly kissing her neck, conveying an indescribable tenderness.

Mrs. Hills closed her eyes slightly, savoring this brief moment of intimacy.

For some reason, Hughes felt his body react again, which surprised him, since the passion from before had only just ended.

He thought to himself, "It seems my health is still as good as ever."

This unexpected reaction gave Hughes a sense of satisfaction; he felt as if he had rediscovered the energy and impulsiveness of his youth.