WYMYEB - Chapter 32

I felt Kishian's hand sweeping down my back.

The large hand that slowly slid down the middle of my back only stopped when it reached my waist.

The ribbon that had been tied there slowly unraveled at his fingertips.

The dress that had been tightening around my waist also became loose in an instant.

Because the evening dress was a style that revealed the outline of the body, no other underwear was worn underneath.

His hand dug into the loose gap and touched my bare skin without any obstruction.

He stroked and savored my smooth skin, which had been washed so relentlessly by the maids the day before.

As his fingers were about to reach that secret place, I quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"I'd like you to wash first before we begin."

It was true that it felt a little awkward to carry out the operation as is.

It was because I was sweating all day long from completing all kinds of tasks.

He openly furrowed his brows as if he was unhappy about being interrupted.

"Then choose. Do you want to wash with me, or do you want to start right now?"

It seemed like he had no intention of giving me the option to wash separately.

It was understandable since excitement had already reached its peak.

Even now, down below, the man's very hot body was showing off its presence.

As he said, there is no way he can back out now.

As always, I sighed and chose one of the options.

"Let's wash together."

As soon as I answered, he picked me up and went into the bathroom.

As expected, everything was prepared there.

A fragrant bath filled with all kinds of flower petals, soap to wash your body with, and even a bathrobe.

After Kishian finished taking off my evening dress, which was already half-off, he started taking off his own clothes as well.

He took off his coat, shirt, and pants and entered the bathtub, hugging me naked.

The scent of the water heated to an appropriate temperature and the dried flower petals was pleasant.

Normally, I would have just enjoyed my leisure time soaking in the water.

But now I keep tossing and turning because of a hard object hitting my back.

Its presence was too distinct to be ignored.

"Relax."

Kissian whispered as he sat me down on his lap.

After hearing that, I tried to lean against his chest, and soon the slippery, wet soap was rubbed onto my skin.

"..."

The feeling of hands and soap running over my body was awakening my senses again.

***

I thought he might act rougher than he did three years ago.

So, I silently braced myself and opened my body.

To the enemy of my family, to the man who hates me.

I had promised myself that I would not show any weakness, even if he came in mercilessly tearing at my delicate flesh with a grudge.

That promise soon became meaningless.

Contrary to my expectations, he did not try to press me violently.

On the bed, Kishian was affectionate.

It's an expression that really doesn't suit him, but that's the only way I can say it. He was affectionate.

He caressed me enough before we became one, waited patiently for me to come to my senses, and then constantly observed my reactions afterward.

Even if I slightly distorted my eyes, he would immediately stop moving and ask. 

"Are you okay?"

It was quite ironic.

That attitude, which seemed to be considerate of me, actually made me feel bad.

Every time he acted affectionately as if he were really my husband, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It was because I knew that Kishian did not truly love me and did not care for me.

His real goal is to make me, the daughter of his enemy, miserable.

The affection shown in the bedroom would also be the cornerstone for that.

He must be pretending to love me, but the moment I let my guard down, he's going to stab me in the heart.

That way, he could break my heart more effectively.

So I was able to get through the night, confused between the pain of my heart and the joy of my body.

"..."

I opened my eyes quietly, and it was morning.

The sun seemed to have already risen high in the sky, as the bright sunlight filled the bedroom.

How long did you sleep?

As I sat up, feeling a little uneasy, a strong arm immediately wrapped around my waist and pulled me up.

"You don't have to get up already. Just lie down a little longer."

Whispering like that, Kishian hugged me more tightly from behind.

Thanks to this, our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I became aware of the unnecessary fact that he was still naked.

It seemed like he woke up before me, but he didn't seem to have gotten dressed yet.

I said it casually because I found that fact a little surprising.

"I thought you would have washed up first and left."

"Leaving? Where am I going?"

I thought you would go somewhere without me.

He probably didn't want to see my sleeping face in the morning.

"I have the whole day free today, so I don't have to go to work, and above all, this is our master bedroom, so where should I go?"

Are we really going to share a bedroom from now on?

I nodded my head roughly as I thought about such a new question.

"Right. You don't need to go."

"There's no need to go anywhere today. Neither you nor I."

After that, he pressed his forehead against my shoulder.

Like a real couple showing affection in the bedroom.

I felt a little tingle in my heart again and tapped his arm.

"I won't go. But I still want to wash."

Only then did he let go of the tight grip he had on my waist.

He seemed to have already washed up, judging by the faint scent of soap.

However, as I was about to enter the bathroom, a very strange question was asked.

"Do you want to wash together?"

"Hasn't Your Highness already taken a shower?"

"I can wash it again."

'It's okay. I'll be out soon."

I gave him a vague reply when he made an unusually sarcastic joke and went into the bathroom.

I immediately looked at my body through the mirror standing on one wall of the bathroom.

There were a lot of red spots blooming on the white skin.

These were the marks that Kishian had engraved on my body yesterday while kissing me.

Traces of pretending to love even though you don't love.

"..."

I silently scooped up some water and poured it over my blotchy skin.

I washed it for a long time, but of course, the traces did not disappear.

***

While Elona was washing herself in the bathroom.

Kishian put on the gown he had placed nearby and pulled the rope.

The servant who had been waiting came in immediately and bowed his head.

"Did you call?"

"Please prepare breakfast."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After that, the attendant quietly and quickly withdrew to follow the Grand Duke's orders.

In the meantime, Kishian leaned his upper body against the headboard of the bed and thought back to last night.

To be exact, the reaction his wife gave when they had sex last night.

The Grand Duchess was frowning the whole time they were together.

Biting her lips tightly as if trying to hold back a scream.

Because her face looked as if she was enduring pain, Kishian couldn't concentrate at all.

'Was it a hurt?'

It was purely because of that seemingly annoying reaction that he stopped his actions at dawn.

If she had been pretending to enjoy it, he would have been absorbed in it and not been able to stop until this morning.

'Well, it must have been difficult.'

Isn't it like forcing herself into the arms of a man she doesn't even love?

He shouldn't forget that.

Even if they slept together hundreds or thousands of times, the Grand Duchess would never love her husband.

That he had no reason to love the Grand Duchess.

"..."

It was obvious, but when he thought about that fact, for some reason, his heart became cold as if frost had covered it.

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