“I swear.”
“…Reu…ben.”
The red lips were small and sweet. His mouth was drawn in a cordial line when a sound he would not have heard had it not been for a quiet night fell into his ear.
“Yes, that’s what you call it in the future. Don’t call the Duke anymore.”
“Okay.”
Her behavior, grumbling on the pillow, slowed down. The half-wet eyes soon began to close completely.
“Are you sleepy?”
“Yes…….”
No way. His body was still shouting that it wasn’t enough. That’s why he didn’t let go of her body.
He’s been thinking of her ever since that day. Her body had a faint fragrance. He had been suffering from frustration because of that thrilling feeling of digging into her narrow opening.
“Hmm… I want to do more.”
He squeezed into her lips with an honest desire. As she opened her closed mouth and took a breath, her eyelids trembled, revealing purple eyes.
“I’m really sleepy…”
It wasn’t just that, but it hurt as well. It was clear that doing it one more ti will make her sick. He sighed softly at her resolutely blocked action.
“Okay, I won’t do it. Don’t stop my touch instead.”
“I’m sleepy…….”
A tender hand touched his arm. She whined about trying to get rid of his hand, but her strength couldn’t help but disappear because of sleepiness, and she could not push his strong arm away.
“Molitia.”
His hand, which was touching her chest, went down to the belly button, but no sound was heard from her mouth. Instead, when he saw her sleep with a sweet face, his hand stopped.
“Ha.”
He wondered if he could properly sleep this long night.
Molitia slowly lifted her eyelids as the intense sun poked her eyes. Her eyes blinked several tis to adapt to the light, looking around her in a disheveled manner.
‘Ah.’
She groaned as she tried to move. It was because the pain from the lower half of the body had grown from last night.
Her hand on the bed shook as she lifted her upper body. It hurt, but not to the point of death.
She was dressed in a nightgown as if she had worn it again. Seeing that the wedding dress was lying on the floor like rags, it was clear that the servants had dressed her.
Her cheeks flushed red with sha. They saw red spots all over her body.
She swallowed the sha and looked around, seeing no one around. Her side was empty.
‘You said you couldn’t help it that day.’
She puffed her cheeks unevenly. It wasn’t their first ti, but it was their first night as a married couple. It’s said to be polite to stay by each other’s side until they wake up the first morning. The knowledge she had read in the book was often useless in front of him.
Clothes were placed on a narrow table near the bed as if he had not wholly forgotten manners.
As soon as she moved her legs to stand up on the bed, the sound of pain ca out.
Every ti she moved her legs, her muscles scread. The numbness of the pain poked her lower body like a needle.
Eventually, she gave up getting out of bed and fastened her gown tighter. Knock-knock
“Who is it?”
“My na is Gilbert, I will be your butler.”
He ca at the right ti. Molitia reconfird her appearance before speaking.
“Co in.”
The owner of the voice ca in after opening the door. He bowed politely and was the one who ca out to welco them yesterday.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well, your grace?”
“Yes, thanks. I didn’t expect my room to be ready.”
“It was the master’s request.”
“Really?”
She thought he wouldn’t be interested in this kind of thing at all. Most of the ti, it was left to the butler to take care of the house.
“I ca to say hello, albeit belatedly because I didn’t think I could say hello yesterday.”
He said so, lifting from his bow.
“I’m Gilbert, the deacon in charge of this mansion. Please take good care of from now on, Duchess.”
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