[Epilogue 02]
The stars began to fall one by one. The dining hall where the distinguished guests had bid farewell to each other was soon no longer crowded and regaining its usual quietness.
It was a night where you could feel the warm spring air. Even the bedroom with heavy burgundy curtains was filled with a cozy warmth. The softly flowing and entwined tones and clear laughter continued for a long time, but then suddenly stopped. The whispers and smiles gradually filled the room with heat. The room was instantly filled with moans.
The soft peplos-textured nightgown dropped to the foot of the bed. The rustling sound of fabric and skin, the sound of skin against skin, followed. The nasal sound, almost like a sob, changed into a more intense sound. The rough breathing and panting mixed with the wet friction, overflowing into an indescribable sound.
“Angie... are you okay?”
Kyle stopped moving and raised his waist a little higher. Since it was early in the pregnancy, he was controlling the strength and depth as much as possible. However, Angie's reaction was as passionate as before, and he was worried. The sensitivity, heat, excitement, and pressure that seemed like they were going to burst made it hard for both of them to catch their breath.
“Yeah... It’s okay... You can move a little more...”
A crack appeared between Kyle's eyebrows. One eyebrow furrowed and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead. Does this woman know? How hard it is for him every time she speaks encouragingly. How much patience and self-restraint he must have to control his desire to run wild.
Kyle placed his mouth over his wife's plump lips. That made him press closer to her soft flesh and feel it. Angie let out an "ah" sound for a moment, but she didn't avoid the kiss.
Kyle let out a small laugh inside her mouth. The sensation of his thick tongue, the pleasure that made her whole body melt as he dug inside, sent shivers down her spine. Her emotions overflowed uncontrollably, and she felt like her head was going crazy.
Before she lost consciousness, lost her mind, or her heart failed, Kyle quickly resumed his movements. She was crying even more beautifully under him.
Her panting breath, her skin that was soaking wet and clinging tightly to him, was painfully numb as it reluctantly fell away. Even in the midst of all that, he was amazed at himself for restraining himself from digging all the way in.
After the extreme state of ecstasy and intense climax, the two's movements gradually slowed down. Kyle still held her tightly, kissing her wet cheeks, the nape of her neck, and her collarbone here and there, savoring the afterglow. Angie, who was catching her breath, laughed out loud as if tickled. It was the most adorable and pleasant sound in the world.
I love you, my Angie.
He couldn't get away from her even after whispering his love several times. He wanted to be intoxicated by the ecstatic scent and aftertaste and stay with her forever. Kyle buried his face in Angie's perfect, voluptuous skin like a goddess and closed his eyes. There was another heaven at the end of the pleasure.
Angie opened her eyes for a moment after a long sleep. Under the soft gaslight, Kyle was sitting upright next to her. In his nightgown, Noah was sleeping. His hands were caressing his small head, like a walnut, with much affection.
“Kai. Noah...”
“I brought him here when he woke up and put him back to sleep.”
Go to sleep, he added, gently wiping Angie's forehead with his other hand. He withdrew his hand again, afraid that he might wake the baby by touching it. Her eyelids felt heavy as if they were a ton of pounds. Even though it was still early in the pregnancy, it was hard to come to her senses once she got drunk.
He placed the baby on the other bed, covered her with the blanket, and then returned to sitting next to Angie. He pushed aside the golden strands of hair that hung beneath the pillow and stroked the back of her head affectionately.
Angie's eyes closed again at Kyle's warm touch. A pleasant languor took over her entire body. She leaned her head on her husband's waist and muttered dreamily.
“Tell me anything you want until I fall asleep... I want to hear your voice.”
She wanted to hear his whispers. The tone that only Kai possessed, the sweetest bass note in the world, was the most pleasant lullaby to hear. To Noah, and to herself.
“What should I tell you?”
"Anything..."
"I love you."
“...”
“You hear it all the time, so you don’t feel inspired anymore?”
“Huh? No...?”
Angie opened her eyes wide and closed them again, a laugh breaking out from deep in her throat.
“That can’t be true. It’s always nice to hear. It always... gives me a great sense of inspiration.”
So as if to reassure him, she raised the corners of her lips and snuggled closer to his waist like a cat. His large palm affectionately stroked Angie's nape.
“Sometimes I get dazed when I see you.”
"Huh...?"
“Human emotions are so amazing, I think. How can a person love someone else... someone other than themselves like this? Is there anything more transcendent and supernatural than this...? There are times when I am overwhelmed by such thoughts.”
Angie tried to open her eyes, but it didn't work, so she just sat there enjoying the moment. She was so happy and cozy that it didn't seem real. His voice was dreamily sweet, and his warmth was so warm.
“Yeah...Kai. Me too...”
“You are my life, Angie. You are...”
The trembling of her eyelids completely stopped and colorful, even breaths escaped her. Kyle confirmed that she was completely asleep and buried his lips in her crown. And then he finished speaking.
“I would die without you.”
The only reason he existed in this world was for Angie. Because she was alive in this world, he was alive. He swore to completely cut off the karma of his family and live his entire life as a penance for his ancestors, and he held onto the wealth and honor in his hands that was enough to maintain his current comfortable life. It was all for the sake of protecting Angie.
One hand moved over her shoulder and slowly lowered the blanket to her waist. He gently stroked her abdomen, which was still undetectable. It was hard to believe that life was sprouting inside this small and delicate body.
He wished time would pass quickly. Amber Wynne Blackwell - He was excited to have a daughter who looked just like Angie and to call her Amber, her nickname, but the biggest reason was Angie. No matter how much care and attention you give, a mother is a mother, and it can't be easy. So he just hoped the remaining months would fly by and he could get rid of the shackles of carrying a fetus as soon as possible.
“Ugh... Mom...Ah...”
At that moment, the child began to rustle and groan in his sleep. The moans would soon turn into whimpers and then into loud cries.
Just before the change began, he approached Noah, gently picked him up, and rocked him. The child seemed about to burst into tears, but when his father patted his back, he became quiet again.
Kyle sat on the edge of the bed, holding his son in his arms so Angie wouldn't wake up. The long eyelashes and the clear, shiny cheeks definitely looked a lot like his. The round black hair that was gradually becoming like his was also amazing.
That's good, Noah.
He loved Noah. He was the child that Angie gave birth to. He was the fruit of the love between Angie and him. Noah's existence was like a blessing from God. He was a child so lovely and beautiful that it was hard to look at.
But...
A new sense of relief came over Kyle. If your mother had not accepted me. If she had refused to return to me until the end because of my family's sins and my political marriage with the Dervan family.
Then he could not know what he had done. Angie's blood relatives Martin Silva and Bryn Silva, their daughter Patricia, Willem van Armitage, and...
His crystal-blue eyes looked down at the baby in his arms. Everyone, except Angie, might have disappeared without a single person.
And four years ago, he would have done with his own hands what the Ridsdels of Cullinan Island had tried to do to her. Even if it meant completely erasing all the beautiful memories of the island, it would have been the only way.
All memories are reset and a new life is given to her. Without knowing anything, she would have prepared and led everything perfectly so that she could start over happily by his side as if nothing had happened.
There was a sneer on his lips. It was a bitter smile directed at himself. He had lost his mind so much to stop what Angie's adoptive parents were about to do. He rolled his eyes, pointed a gun at them, and brutally killed them in front of Angie's eyes. If Angie had not returned, he would have committed the atrocities they were about to commit with his own hands, no matter what the means, just to keep her by his side.
But Angie eventually returned to him. Hadn't she told him with her own mouth in Graz, where they had reunited after three years, that he should completely end his marriage with Dervan, finish all the things necessary to set Trieste right, and then return to her?
It was a miracle. She truly loved him too. Of course, her love was not as great as his.
I know, Angie. No matter how much you love me...it's not even half as much as I love you.
That gap would never be narrowed. Not even for the rest of their lives. No, not even after they both ended their lives.
Kyle pulled the rope next to the bed and carried Noah, who was still sleeping, out of the bedroom. Then he handed the baby over to the nanny who was waiting at the end of the hallway after receiving the owner's call. He turned around and was about to head to the bedroom when he stopped in front of the balcony of the hallway.
Beyond the glass door leading to the balcony, behind the pavilion surrounded by artificial grape vines, there was a separate building where guests stayed. He stood leaning against the door and looked at the brick-colored exterior dimly revealed under the moonlight. The water surface of the lake beside the pavilion also seemed to have stopped in time, exuding a lonely charm.
The happy image of Martin, Bryn, Patricia, and the Silva family came to mind. The happy family was probably sleeping peacefully in the guest chamber by now. A sense of relief stirred in the center of his heart again.
It was fortunate that he did not have to make the worst choice. The insensibility and raw savagery inherent in his instincts were in some ways like those of a wild beast. Like a predator that does not feel the need to hunt when it is full, he does not have the intention to destroy if there is no need.
He always tried to accept and understand Angie's feelings, and all the kindness and affection she showed to other beings. He had controlled and restrained his possessiveness well, so he had never shown any great dissatisfaction or fought over it.
Because Angie came back to him. She put him and the child first above all else and showed unsparing affection towards her husband.
Her eyes were bright and brilliant like the spring sunshine, and whenever those perfect green jewels looked back at him warmly, his heart felt like it was going to break. His entire body felt like it would melt like snow under the sunlight and disappear without a trace.
Still, it was good. If only he could stay by her side and protect her, even in the form of air.
He turned and went back to the bedroom. Angie was sleeping soundly in that position for the first time. She was lying on her side facing his empty space, her hands clasped together like a baby's. His heart was pounding and his throat was choked.
Kyle lay down next to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her small body so as not to wake her, his gestures pitiful.
My savior, Angela. My wife. My woman. My only love.
He pushed back her golden hair and gently kissed her round forehead.
God bless you tonight, as always, and forever.
The stars began to fall one by one. The dining hall where the distinguished guests had bid farewell to each other was soon no longer crowded and regaining its usual quietness.
It was a night where you could feel the warm spring air. Even the bedroom with heavy burgundy curtains was filled with a cozy warmth. The softly flowing and entwined tones and clear laughter continued for a long time, but then suddenly stopped. The whispers and smiles gradually filled the room with heat. The room was instantly filled with moans.
The soft peplos-textured nightgown dropped to the foot of the bed. The rustling sound of fabric and skin, the sound of skin against skin, followed. The nasal sound, almost like a sob, changed into a more intense sound. The rough breathing and panting mixed with the wet friction, overflowing into an indescribable sound.
“Angie... are you okay?”
Kyle stopped moving and raised his waist a little higher. Since it was early in the pregnancy, he was controlling the strength and depth as much as possible. However, Angie's reaction was as passionate as before, and he was worried. The sensitivity, heat, excitement, and pressure that seemed like they were going to burst made it hard for both of them to catch their breath.
“Yeah... It’s okay... You can move a little more...”
A crack appeared between Kyle's eyebrows. One eyebrow furrowed and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead. Does this woman know? How hard it is for him every time she speaks encouragingly. How much patience and self-restraint he must have to control his desire to run wild.
Kyle placed his mouth over his wife's plump lips. That made him press closer to her soft flesh and feel it. Angie let out an "ah" sound for a moment, but she didn't avoid the kiss.
Kyle let out a small laugh inside her mouth. The sensation of his thick tongue, the pleasure that made her whole body melt as he dug inside, sent shivers down her spine. Her emotions overflowed uncontrollably, and she felt like her head was going crazy.
Before she lost consciousness, lost her mind, or her heart failed, Kyle quickly resumed his movements. She was crying even more beautifully under him.
Her panting breath, her skin that was soaking wet and clinging tightly to him, was painfully numb as it reluctantly fell away. Even in the midst of all that, he was amazed at himself for restraining himself from digging all the way in.
After the extreme state of ecstasy and intense climax, the two's movements gradually slowed down. Kyle still held her tightly, kissing her wet cheeks, the nape of her neck, and her collarbone here and there, savoring the afterglow. Angie, who was catching her breath, laughed out loud as if tickled. It was the most adorable and pleasant sound in the world.
I love you, my Angie.
He couldn't get away from her even after whispering his love several times. He wanted to be intoxicated by the ecstatic scent and aftertaste and stay with her forever. Kyle buried his face in Angie's perfect, voluptuous skin like a goddess and closed his eyes. There was another heaven at the end of the pleasure.
***
Angie opened her eyes for a moment after a long sleep. Under the soft gaslight, Kyle was sitting upright next to her. In his nightgown, Noah was sleeping. His hands were caressing his small head, like a walnut, with much affection.
“Kai. Noah...”
“I brought him here when he woke up and put him back to sleep.”
Go to sleep, he added, gently wiping Angie's forehead with his other hand. He withdrew his hand again, afraid that he might wake the baby by touching it. Her eyelids felt heavy as if they were a ton of pounds. Even though it was still early in the pregnancy, it was hard to come to her senses once she got drunk.
He placed the baby on the other bed, covered her with the blanket, and then returned to sitting next to Angie. He pushed aside the golden strands of hair that hung beneath the pillow and stroked the back of her head affectionately.
Angie's eyes closed again at Kyle's warm touch. A pleasant languor took over her entire body. She leaned her head on her husband's waist and muttered dreamily.
“Tell me anything you want until I fall asleep... I want to hear your voice.”
She wanted to hear his whispers. The tone that only Kai possessed, the sweetest bass note in the world, was the most pleasant lullaby to hear. To Noah, and to herself.
“What should I tell you?”
"Anything..."
"I love you."
“...”
“You hear it all the time, so you don’t feel inspired anymore?”
“Huh? No...?”
Angie opened her eyes wide and closed them again, a laugh breaking out from deep in her throat.
“That can’t be true. It’s always nice to hear. It always... gives me a great sense of inspiration.”
So as if to reassure him, she raised the corners of her lips and snuggled closer to his waist like a cat. His large palm affectionately stroked Angie's nape.
“Sometimes I get dazed when I see you.”
"Huh...?"
“Human emotions are so amazing, I think. How can a person love someone else... someone other than themselves like this? Is there anything more transcendent and supernatural than this...? There are times when I am overwhelmed by such thoughts.”
Angie tried to open her eyes, but it didn't work, so she just sat there enjoying the moment. She was so happy and cozy that it didn't seem real. His voice was dreamily sweet, and his warmth was so warm.
“Yeah...Kai. Me too...”
“You are my life, Angie. You are...”
The trembling of her eyelids completely stopped and colorful, even breaths escaped her. Kyle confirmed that she was completely asleep and buried his lips in her crown. And then he finished speaking.
“I would die without you.”
The only reason he existed in this world was for Angie. Because she was alive in this world, he was alive. He swore to completely cut off the karma of his family and live his entire life as a penance for his ancestors, and he held onto the wealth and honor in his hands that was enough to maintain his current comfortable life. It was all for the sake of protecting Angie.
One hand moved over her shoulder and slowly lowered the blanket to her waist. He gently stroked her abdomen, which was still undetectable. It was hard to believe that life was sprouting inside this small and delicate body.
He wished time would pass quickly. Amber Wynne Blackwell - He was excited to have a daughter who looked just like Angie and to call her Amber, her nickname, but the biggest reason was Angie. No matter how much care and attention you give, a mother is a mother, and it can't be easy. So he just hoped the remaining months would fly by and he could get rid of the shackles of carrying a fetus as soon as possible.
“Ugh... Mom...Ah...”
At that moment, the child began to rustle and groan in his sleep. The moans would soon turn into whimpers and then into loud cries.
Just before the change began, he approached Noah, gently picked him up, and rocked him. The child seemed about to burst into tears, but when his father patted his back, he became quiet again.
Kyle sat on the edge of the bed, holding his son in his arms so Angie wouldn't wake up. The long eyelashes and the clear, shiny cheeks definitely looked a lot like his. The round black hair that was gradually becoming like his was also amazing.
That's good, Noah.
He loved Noah. He was the child that Angie gave birth to. He was the fruit of the love between Angie and him. Noah's existence was like a blessing from God. He was a child so lovely and beautiful that it was hard to look at.
But...
A new sense of relief came over Kyle. If your mother had not accepted me. If she had refused to return to me until the end because of my family's sins and my political marriage with the Dervan family.
Then he could not know what he had done. Angie's blood relatives Martin Silva and Bryn Silva, their daughter Patricia, Willem van Armitage, and...
His crystal-blue eyes looked down at the baby in his arms. Everyone, except Angie, might have disappeared without a single person.
And four years ago, he would have done with his own hands what the Ridsdels of Cullinan Island had tried to do to her. Even if it meant completely erasing all the beautiful memories of the island, it would have been the only way.
All memories are reset and a new life is given to her. Without knowing anything, she would have prepared and led everything perfectly so that she could start over happily by his side as if nothing had happened.
There was a sneer on his lips. It was a bitter smile directed at himself. He had lost his mind so much to stop what Angie's adoptive parents were about to do. He rolled his eyes, pointed a gun at them, and brutally killed them in front of Angie's eyes. If Angie had not returned, he would have committed the atrocities they were about to commit with his own hands, no matter what the means, just to keep her by his side.
But Angie eventually returned to him. Hadn't she told him with her own mouth in Graz, where they had reunited after three years, that he should completely end his marriage with Dervan, finish all the things necessary to set Trieste right, and then return to her?
It was a miracle. She truly loved him too. Of course, her love was not as great as his.
I know, Angie. No matter how much you love me...it's not even half as much as I love you.
That gap would never be narrowed. Not even for the rest of their lives. No, not even after they both ended their lives.
Kyle pulled the rope next to the bed and carried Noah, who was still sleeping, out of the bedroom. Then he handed the baby over to the nanny who was waiting at the end of the hallway after receiving the owner's call. He turned around and was about to head to the bedroom when he stopped in front of the balcony of the hallway.
Beyond the glass door leading to the balcony, behind the pavilion surrounded by artificial grape vines, there was a separate building where guests stayed. He stood leaning against the door and looked at the brick-colored exterior dimly revealed under the moonlight. The water surface of the lake beside the pavilion also seemed to have stopped in time, exuding a lonely charm.
The happy image of Martin, Bryn, Patricia, and the Silva family came to mind. The happy family was probably sleeping peacefully in the guest chamber by now. A sense of relief stirred in the center of his heart again.
It was fortunate that he did not have to make the worst choice. The insensibility and raw savagery inherent in his instincts were in some ways like those of a wild beast. Like a predator that does not feel the need to hunt when it is full, he does not have the intention to destroy if there is no need.
He always tried to accept and understand Angie's feelings, and all the kindness and affection she showed to other beings. He had controlled and restrained his possessiveness well, so he had never shown any great dissatisfaction or fought over it.
Because Angie came back to him. She put him and the child first above all else and showed unsparing affection towards her husband.
Her eyes were bright and brilliant like the spring sunshine, and whenever those perfect green jewels looked back at him warmly, his heart felt like it was going to break. His entire body felt like it would melt like snow under the sunlight and disappear without a trace.
Still, it was good. If only he could stay by her side and protect her, even in the form of air.
He turned and went back to the bedroom. Angie was sleeping soundly in that position for the first time. She was lying on her side facing his empty space, her hands clasped together like a baby's. His heart was pounding and his throat was choked.
Kyle lay down next to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her small body so as not to wake her, his gestures pitiful.
My savior, Angela. My wife. My woman. My only love.
He pushed back her golden hair and gently kissed her round forehead.
God bless you tonight, as always, and forever.
- Epilogue, End -
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