I Became The Wife Of The Cursed Grand Duke Chapter 137

Kalian had thought that telling Evelyn he didn’t like children might ease her mind. 

 

Yet, her face remained pale, her expression unreadable. 

 

He kissed her gently, as if trying to bring warmth to her chilled skin. 

 

“Hmph. Sleep,” he murmured.

 

She shook her head weakly and grabbed his arm, but he didn’t budge. 

 

Instead, he pressed their lips together, not allowing even a breath to escape between them.

 

“Don’t dodge,” he said firmly.

 

“I never did…” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. 

 

‘Was it an illusion, or did her voice sound wet at the end?’

 

Kalian tightened his embrace as she struggled to pull away. 

 

Seeing her resist his touch, a long-buried part of his nature resurfaced—a possessive, almost primal instinct.

 

As the first guardian of the First Guardian, Kylus, Kalian had grown up with an early loss of his parents. 

 

Since childhood, he had been obsessed with the concept of “mine”. He hated when anyone touched or took what belonged to him. 

 

When he developed feelings for someone, that possessiveness only intensified. 

 

It was as if he sought to fill the gaps and losses in his life by claiming everything from the other person. 

 

Evelyn was the first thing he had ever truly considered completely “his.” His obsession and possessiveness over her were indescribable.

 

‘It was no use trying to resist. She was like a child to him, a child he had set adrift at sea.’

 

His way of loving her wasn’t to teach her how to swim so she wouldn’t drown, but to keep her from ever reaching the shore. 

 

In the distant past, he had never been a good husband, not even in passing. 

 

‘Of course, I am not now,’ he thought. 

 

Kalian believed he was a very different man now—rational, cold-hearted, and controlled. But deep down, he knew he wasn’t.

 

The moment the thought of Evelyn’s potential change of heart entered his mind, he was consumed by anxiety. 

 

‘How could human nature change so easily?’

 

Laughing bitterly to himself, he turned his attention back to his wife. 

 

Impatience was evident in the way his hands roamed over her smooth skin.

 

“Kal, please…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

 

“Please don’t push me away. I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, his tone softening. 

 

He didn’t want to force her when she wasn’t feeling well, but the sight of her strange behavior pushed him to his limit. 

 

‘If I hug her as usual, she’ll return to her normal self,’ he thought, desperate to see her familiar demeanor.

 

“Ah, ah… ahhh!” Evelyn’s stifled moan escaped as his persistent touch overwhelmed her. She clutched the sheets, her body trembling under his ministrations.

 

“Hmph, what are you doing? Ah, don’t… don’t, please,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.

 

“It’s no use talking to you like that when you’re so wet,” he replied, his voice low and rough. 

 

Her toes curled in the air as she weakly pushed against his unmoving shoulder.

 

“I told you not to…,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

 

‘It’s ridiculous,’ Kalian thought. ‘It’s not every day I get to make love to my wife.’ 

 

The sight of her sobbing in the aftermath of her climax sent a shiver down his spine. 

 

He grabbed the back of her head and pressed their lips together once more, his heart hardening with determination.

 

‘I thought I trusted her enough, but was it enough?’ he wondered, his mind racing. 

 

As she tried to look away, he buried himself into her with a quick thrust, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips.

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Evelyn’s voice echoed through the room as she shook her head, her eyes red and tearful.

 

Kalian caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he kissed her deeply. “I know it’s hard, but get used to it,” he murmured, his lips curving into a faint, almost savage smile.

 

‘I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her,’ he thought. ‘There’s no room for me to move now that I’ve come to her aid.’

 

“I’m the only one who can have your body and mind now,” he whispered against her neck, reassuring himself as much as her. “At least you’re in a body that can’t bear my children.”

 

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to hide the unease that flickered within him. 

 

A memory from Castle Parminion flashed through his mind—a scene of a lady screaming in childbirth, with Evelyn by her side, helping. 

 

‘They say it’s a lot harder to carry a child in your belly and get it out than you can imagine,’ he recalled. 

 

The memory of those screams still sent chills down his spine.

 

“So I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you won’t have to suffer needlessly with a noisy, fiddly thing,” he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. 

 

At the time, he had thought, ‘Thank God Evelyn was never able to have children of her own.’ 

 

Of course, things were different now, but the sentiment remained.

 

‘If I make a mistake, she could die of puerperal fever after childbirth,’ he thought, his chest tightening. 

 

‘My wife is small and frail. It’s impossible for her to give birth to a child with her body like this.’

 

His determination to end the line had never been false.

 

“Don’t talk,” Kalian said, his voice rough as he began to move in earnest, trying to shake off the confusion and self-doubt creeping into his mind.

 

“Ugh…” Evelyn’s voice broke as she stared blankly into space, her eyes squeezed shut as her body responded to his movements.

 

He cursed under his breath, thrusting harder into her. 

 

The way she tried to stifle her groans was especially frustrating today. 

 

“Evelyn,” he growled, lifting her chin to force her to meet his gaze.

 

Her eyes, frightened and trembling, locked onto his. 

 

For a moment, she seemed to regain her composure, reaching up to cup his face. 

 

“Don’t worry about it, Kalian. There are no two ways about it. Only a woman of the gods could conceive your child,” she said, her voice soft and reassuring.

 

But her smile couldn’t fool him. 

 

“You don’t look well,” he said, slowing his movements and brushing a rough hand across her cheek. 

 

Her darkened eyes and harsh lips came into focus, and he cursed himself inwardly. 

 

‘What have I done?’

 

Kalian buried his face in the nape of her neck, exhaling heavily as if to control his raging emotions. 

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he whispered, his voice filled with regret. 

 

Realizing the look on her face, he hugged her trembling body tightly, rubbing her back urgently.

 

“But I’ve heard that if you do it wrong, you could get very sick after giving birth, or even die,” he said, his voice softening as he tried to comfort her.

 

At his words, Evelyn looked as if she might cry at any moment. “I’m not angry. I’m just…” she began, her voice trailing off. 

 

‘Evelyn is not good at looking people in the eye when she’s lying,’ Kalian thought. He kissed her fluttering eyelids, holding her still.

 

“I’m just a little upset,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because any woman would want to have a child of her beloved husband, no matter how hard it is.”

 

‘Ah,’ Kalian sighed deeply. The moment he had been dreading had finally arrived. ‘Of course, why wouldn’t she want to live a normal life?’

 

“Evelyn,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. As if to confirm his suspicions, her eyelids lifted, and a determined gleam crossed her face.

 

“Kal, you have something to tell me,” she said, her voice steady.

 

Still, he was confident. ‘She could never leave me. She would find it as difficult to live without me as I would without her.’

 

“The oracle has come down,” he said, his voice low and serious. 

 

A self-deprecating laugh escaped him as he set his teeth on the thin line connecting the nape of his neck to his shoulder.

 

Evelyn simply clutched his arm, gasping softly, as if she didn’t feel the pain. 

 

‘Yes, she loves me,’ Kalian thought, his brow hardening with arrogant certainty. ‘So there will never be a rift between us because of this.’

 

“Deborah. A saint of the Empire,” he said, his voice cold and final.