Reincarnated as the Villain's Father Chapter 84: Two women

"What a beautiful day to wake up to. The birds are singing more than ever, the sun is brighter than ever, and my penis is happier than ever."

I stretched nicely and got to my feet. Right beside lay Willabelle’s semi-naked body, sleeping under the sheet. The position of the sun clearly showed it was already afternoon, aning we had slept for over ten hours.

As I stood up and started dressing, my entire body was aching with exhaustion. I have never understood why, my whole life, I wake up so much more tired when I oversleep. In any case, today is a good day.

I had finally managed, though with so difficulty, to get the woman I had wanted to possess since I first arrived in this world into my bed. Even though the path I took to get to this point with Willabelle was worse than I had imagined, I ultimately succeeded.

After dressing, I leaned down and tried to wake Willabelle with a kiss. She stirred. When my lips touched her cheek, there was a low murmur, followed by a deep breath. Her sleepy gaze, filtering through her eyelashes, slowly turned to .

"Leonardo..." she whispered, her voice still lost in the fog of sleep.

Looking at the faint light shimring on her skin, I marveled once again at how beautiful this woman was. In fact, all three won I was with were more beautiful than the last. They were gorgeous enough to surpass even the won in my previous world who called themselves supermodels. I truly am a lucky bastard.

I stroked Willabelle’s delicate neck with my finger, and she pulled the sheet more tightly around herself.

"Good morning..." she said, with a half-shy, half-dazed smile.

I smiled back, but if she knew what I was hiding behind my smile, I’m sure she wouldn’t look at so innocently.

"Good morning, Willabelle," I said, my fingers still tracing her neck. "I think we slept for ten hours. I can’t rember the last ti I saw you so peaceful."

At my words, she closed her eyes slightly. For a mont, it was as if she might surrender herself to , then she burrowed deeper under the sheet. Her shyness, mixed with that innocence, rekindled the desire in , a desire blended with sweet patience.

"I was so... tired," she murmured, her voice almost a fragile squeak.

I leaned in and whispered close to her ear:

"I know. We were both tired, but it was worth it."

Sothing flashed in her eyes then. Was it sha, or a satisfaction she couldn’t yet acknowledge? I couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter. Because she was here now, next to .

A light breeze wafted in from the window. Even the chirping of the birds couldn’t change the atmosphere of this room. Because here, in this bed, I had found not only my victory but also my chains.

There was silence for a while. Then Willabelle parted her lips and said sothing unexpected:

"Leonardo... you don’t regret what we did, do you?"

I looked into her eyes, which were hidden between the sheets, and saw in them both guilt and a fragile hope waiting for validation.

"No," I said, making my voice softer than it was. "Why would I regret it? We both knew where this was going. I wanted you... and you wanted . Nothing else matters."

My words hung in the air. Willabelle looked away, biting her lip. Her fingertips gripped the edge of the sheet tightly as she whispered:

"I feel like everything happened too fast. It was like... I felt soone else was controlling my body, not ."

Without letting the smile on my face falter, I moved a little closer to her. My fingers ran through her hair. "Sotis a person must surrender to their desires, and in our case, it worked out for us, didn’t it? Now, get up and let’s go to breakfast."

Willabelle opened her lips as if she were about to say sothing, then stopped. She was still clutching the sheet tightly to her chest, but a faint glimr of surrender appeared in her eyes.

I straightened up and buttoned my jacket, as if everything was perfectly normal. I turned my back and walked to the window, stretching slightly as the sunlight hit .

"It’s going to be a beautiful day, Willabelle," I said. My voice was calm, but beneath it was a weight like stone. "Your body didn’t mislead you. It showed what you truly desired in those monts."

Then I turned back to her, and we made eye contact.

"And there is no going back now."

After my words, the silence in the room grew a little heavier. Willabelle released the sheet and sat up, her ssy hair falling over her shoulders. Her lips trembled, but this ti she didn’t object.

I approached and offered my hand. "Co, let’s go down for breakfast."

She hesitantly reached out her hand. And when I saw her slowly chaining herself to of her own will, I felt a deserved peace within.

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Hearing Willabelle’s footsteps beside as we descended the stairs gave a strange sense of gratification. Even though she was still in a shad silence, knowing that her presence belonged to was enough. We headed towards the garden for breakfast. The sun filtered through the branches, pouring golden light onto the table.

Annabel was waiting for us in the garden. She was already seated at the table, pouring tea from a crystal carafe. Her face looked composed, but I caught the subtle tremor in her eyes. Her gaze flickered over Willabelle for a mont, then turned to . In that instant, no words were needed. She understood.

There was a faint line at the corner of Annabel’s lips, the aning of which I couldn’t decipher. It was neither a smile nor anger. Just heavy acceptance.

I approached the table as if nothing had happened. Willabelle stood slightly behind , pretending to look at the flowers to avoid Annabel’s gaze. A palpable tension hung between us. Two won... and , the man who stood between them like a secret.

Before sitting down, I leaned over Annabel. I dabbed my lips to her cheek. Annabel closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly, but she said nothing.

Then I took my chair, unbuttoning my jacket to relax. The scent of fresh bread, cheese, and plates covered with honey rose from the table. The chirping of the birds filled the silence that would soon be mingled with the sounds of cutlery.

"What a beautiful morning, isn’t it?" I said, as if none of the glances exchanged monts earlier had occurred.

Willabelle sat down in her chair with a tremor. Annabel, anwhile, sipped her tea without turning her gaze to . I knew that different storms were raging in both their hearts at that mont.

Annabel took the teacup to her lips without uttering a single word. There was a screen of calm on her face; neither surprise nor jealousy.

Only the solemnity required of a woman at a lord’s side. Her eyes shifted to one more ti, flashed briefly, and then extinguished again. This look told she was aware of everything but would not voice it.

That was enough for . Annabel’s silence was more valuable than approval. Because in this world, most won would bare their teeth at each other with ambition and envy. Annabel had already accepted her chains. And perhaps that’s why her devotion to was deeper than the others’.

Willabelle was silent. She pretended to examine the flowers on the table, tracing the edge of the bread with her fingers.

The juxtaposition of her bashfulness with Annabel’s composure made the scene even more enjoyable. My won... by different paths, but ultimately seated at the sa table.

I reached out, took the knife, and sliced the bread. Then, I spread a piece of butter and placed it in the center of the table. "Small monts like these sotis make life beautiful," I said, with a slight smile on my face. "War, politics, power struggles... they are all outside. But here..." I tapped the wooden table with my fingertips. "Here, there is only us."

Annabel raised her eyes and looked at . She silently bowed her head, signifying her acceptance of my words. Willabelle bit her lip but did not object.

"But we will be going to the capital in a few days. Things will be different there."

Annabel’s hands trembled as she brought the cup to her lips. As she drank the tea, her eyes briefly t mine, then imdiately darted away. There was a fragile curiosity in that look; as if the word "capital" was synonymous with one thing in her mind: the fear of being lost. She had grown used to , sought refuge in ... but the capital was an unknown abyss for her.

I leaned back, a peaceful smile on my lips. Both won were looking at in their own way: Annabel with fear, Willabelle with a calculated wakefulness.

"Of course, both of you will co with ," I said. There was an unquestionable firmness in my voice. "And yes, the capital will make you more visible. That is why you must be careful. Especially you, Annabel, you must be more careful while carrying my child."

A warm flush spread across Annabel’s cheeks as she clasped her hands protectively over her stomach. The still-trembling teacup on the table betrayed the quickening of her heart. Even my concern for our child had made her happy.

"I... I will be careful," she said in a near-whisper. It was as if she were murmuring to herself, not to . Her innocence was so clear that she laid bare her fears instead of hiding them.

Willabelle, anwhile, had her head bowed, but her gaze subtly shifted to Annabel’s stomach. A brief shadow crossed her eyes; it wasn’t jealousy, but rather a calculation, a weighing of possibilities. Then she turned her eyes to . The corners of her lips curved slightly.

"I can help her."

Willabelle’s voice was calm but resolute. "I can help her, Leonardo. I can make things easier in the capital; I have experience with planning and observation."

I saw a sharp light of calculation in her eyes. Willabelle, who approached things with an alert intelligence, truly could be of assistance, balancing the pure Annabel’s innocent fear.

Annabel briefly lifted her head, her eyes oscillating between fear and curiosity. "You... you will actually help, Willabelle?" she asked, her voice trembling but hopeful.

Willabelle nodded slightly. A thin smile appeared at the corners of her lips, like a chess player maneuvering a piece. "Of course. But you need to know the rules, Annabel. Everyone in the capital pursues their own agenda. If you’re not careful, they can easily manipulate you."

Annabel was silent for a mont, then bowed her head. "Alright... I promise I will be careful."

And before I even realized it, the two won had already started to find common ground.