How The Sub-Male Lead’s Stepmother Teaches Love Chapter 347

Is that already the third or fourth time he has called.

 

There was still no answer coming back. But Leonhard wasn’t upset.

 

He had only spoken in a very small voice because he hadn’t expected one.

 

“Did you know, my lady? Today is the first time this room has felt like mine.”

 

Everything Raenel had brought into his bedroom were things that felt just like her.

 

A flower pot with cute blossoms.

 

A plate that once held sweet desserts.

 

A book filled with romantic stories.

 

Soft, fluffy cushions and yarn.

 

As if marking her territory, traces of Raenel had seeped into every corner of the room, and at some point, they came to feel like she herself filling his heart.

 

At some moment, the tension in Leonhard’s body, as he leaned against the sofa, eased a little.

 

How could it not?

 

The woman he loved was sleeping so peacefully, carrying his child.

 

“Nell.”

 

Leonhard lightly gathered a bit of Raenel’s hair, twirling it around his index finger, then gently touched her cheek, earlobe, and around her lips.

 

As if the touch bothered her, Raenel shook her head.

 

But Leonhard only pulled his hand back for a moment, and once she settled again, he playfully poked her soft cheek with his finger.

 

“Mmgh…”

 

Only after a faint whine slipped from Raenel’s lips did Leonhard apologize, saying he wouldn’t do it anymore.

 

He had never played such childish pranks even when he was young. But watching his wife sleep made him want to tease her.

 

Still, he said he’d stop, so just for today. Instead, Leonhardt held Raenel’s left hand and quietly looked down at her sleeping face.

 

From her round forehead to her cute nose, her soft pale cheeks and full lips.

 

Each time a faint breath escaped from the tip of her nose, her gently spread eyelashes trembled slightly.

 

Watching her like that, he strangely felt thirsty. After swallowing dryly for a while, Leonhardt reached toward the table and picked up a teacup with some tea left in it.

 

There was no displeasure on his face as he swallowed the now-cold tea. No, rather, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

 

‘Not Nell’s taste.’

 

Maybe she tried it because someone recommended it as good for pregnant women, but it didn’t suit her taste.

 

That must be why, unlike the cake she had finished completely, the tea was left behind.

 

Thinking that, Leonhard took another sip, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

 

He felt oddly pleased with himself for being able to tell whether it suited her taste from just one sip.

 

At the same time, he remembered Raenel’s smile as she fed him a chocolate cookie and traced his eyebrows with her fingers.

 

Setting down the teacup, Leonhardt finally lifted Raenel into his arms and stood up.

 

“Mm… Leon?”

 

“Yes. It’s me.”

 

Was it because she somehow heard the rest of the words he swallowed—telling her it was okay to relax?

 

Even half-asleep, Raenel wrapped both arms around Leonhardt’s neck, closed her eyes again, and let out a slow breath.

 

“Mm, until you came… I was going to stay awake… and wait…”

 

“I’m here now, so you can sleep soundly.”

 

As he finished speaking, Leonhard carefully laid her down on the bed.

 

Since her arms were still wrapped around his neck, he naturally ended up lying down beside her as well.

 

Worried that holding her too tightly might press on her stomach, at some point Leonhard gently turned Raenel’s body in his arms.

 

His strong arm naturally wrapped around her waist. Pulling her close so her back rested snugly against his chest, Leonhard covered her slowly rounding belly with his large hand.

 

As he carefully rubbed her belly in soft circles, a sleepy murmur slipped from Raenel’s lips as she lay with her head resting on his arm.

 

“The bed… is hard…”

 

“Shall we go to your bedroom?”

 

“Mm… it’s far…”

 

As if it wasn’t uncomfortable enough to keep her from sleeping, Raenel reached her hand downward, feeling around near her thigh.

 

Realizing what she was looking for, Leonhard immediately pulled the blanket up to her chest.

 

Seeming pleased by the warm coziness, a soft, drowsy breath slipped through her closed lips.

 

At the same time, as if anticipating what would come next, Leonhard’s gaze shifted to the edge of the blanket.

 

Sure enough. A small foot, wiggling under the covers, slipped out into the open.

 

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