I Became The Wife Of The Cursed Grand Duke Chapter 64

Soothing her pounding heart, Evelyn climbed the stairs to the outbuilding that was not their bedroom in the main house.

 

Upon reaching the second floor, rooms flanked the center of a long marble hallway.

 

The hallway was silent, as if someone had deliberately emptied it, the only sounds being heavy footsteps and the pounding of hearts.

 

Evelyn entered the innermost room.

 

“Wah…”

 

Upon entering, he could smell the faint odor of perfumed oil.

 

Evelyn’s eyes slowly scanned the visible space. It was a fragrant and beautiful space that took her breath away.

 

She was impressed by the sofa, which looked like a cloud, and the mirror, which was carved with geometric patterns.

 

The exotic cabinets lining one of the walls facing the mirror were filled with antiques of all kinds.

 

A desk piled high with papers was the only indication that this was an office.

 

‘Who’s using this space,’ she wondered, ‘and why is it so beautifully decorated?’

 

Evelyn’s feet touched the floor while she was in a dreamy state of mind.

 

A frighteningly low voice came straight from behind her.

 

“You, what the hell were you doing in there?”

 

Evelyn tensed at the reprimand and looked up, her shoulders shaking.

 

His reflection in the mirror gave her a look of disapproval.

 

“I think… I got caught.”

 

Of course, being a super-sensitive grappler, he would have noticed that she was radiating healing power from within.

 

Realizing this, Evelyn tried to defuse his anger in the most common sense way possible.

 

“I’m sorry, I won’t deny that my thoughts were short, but it’s a matter of life and death, so you have to understand.”

 

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

 

He replied in a calmer voice, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and cupping her exposed shoulder.

 

Sensing the lack of force in his touch, Evelyn turned and locked eyes with him, looking more relieved.

 

“The Marquise was in labor, and there was no one nearby to help.”

 

“I can’t believe a lady in labor would go without a midwife.”

 

“Her nanny was supposed to help with the birth, but she sprained her ankle today and couldn’t make it.”

 

Evelyn didn’t avert her eyes from his sharp, judgmental gaze.

 

But she couldn’t help the nervousness that was building, so she bit down on the corner of her mouth and continued.

 

“And she said she’s still more than a month away from giving birth, which was unexpected and seemed to freak her out.”

 

“If that’s the case…”

 

A bony, clean hand pressed against Evelyn’s weakly protesting lips.

 

Evelyn’s lower lip parted under the pressure of his thumb, as if he would rather torment her hand than her lips.

 

Staring at the reddened flesh, he warned her quietly.

 

“Leave it to the saint, that’s what I brought her here for.”

 

“…….”

 

“I thought you said you only had to worry about me.”

 

He reached out with his other arm and wrapped it tightly around Evelyn’s slender waist.

 

Evelyn’s face flushed as their bodies pressed together, his heat radiating off her.

 

‘Oh, no, is he going to do it again…?’

 

As she stumbled backwards, he pushed her against the mirror and showered her with thunderous kisses.

 

“Ha, ugh!”

 

She was dazed. Evelyn gasped like a drowning man as her coat and leather bracers fell to the floor at her feet.

 

But he didn’t care, pressing himself against her, trampling on the emperor’s medals.

 

Puck, puck!

 

Kalian didn’t give her a chance to breathe, slamming into his chest and clutching at his leather-scented collar.

 

She slapped the mirror behind her with her palm in surrender, but he was absorbed in the kiss as if he couldn’t hear anything.

 

He pulled his lips away long after he’d sated his appetite.

 

“Ha, ha.”

 

Kalian broke off, his hand gently caressing the small of her back as she broke away.

 

“Even if what happened a moment ago had something to do with me, there’s no need for you to meddle in the affairs of the manor that have nothing to do with you.”

 

The words snapped her out of her daze, and she opened her eyes.

 

‘A manor that has nothing to do with me.’

 

“I’ve been working so hard for you.”

 

Of course, he never asked for help.

 

Perhaps all her actions were nothing more than self-gratification.

 

Then it would be up to her to bear the consequences.

 

Evelyn pressed against his hard chest, swallowing hard against something boiling inside.

 

“I tried to, but when they said she was nowhere to be found, there was nothing I could do.”

 

“What?”

 

Evelyn took a deep breath. She knew she had to make him understand, but it was frustrating to have to make excuses at every turn.

 

“I couldn’t find the saint! Didn’t the butler explain the situation to you properly?”

 

Her voice rose in pitch.

 

Her eyes were red with anger and her fists were shaking.

 

Kalian, whose hand was clasped in hers, raised an eyebrow at her, as if to question her.

 

“Now, are you getting angry?”

 

“…Yes, I guess so.”

 

Evelyn glared at him with resentment, then averted her gaze in acceptance.

 

“You’d be surprised how angry other people get.”

 

Kalian chuckled softly, thinking her fluttering lashes looked like tiny butterflies.

 

“Why are you laughing?”

 

“Because I remember the first day I met you.”

 

He remembered the bravado with which she’d threatened him by telling him where the next gate would open, her dress stained with red gore, and…

 

“Did I tell you?”

 

He asked, stepping closer to Evelyn. Their upper bodies touched. Against the mirror, he ran his fingertips lazily down Evelyn’s neckline, catching the knotted braid of lace and tugging slowly.

 

“You have a scent that would drive a man mad.”

 

He purred.

 

The lace unraveled, revealing the bruised nape of her neck in the dusky moonlight.

 

Evelyn swallowed dryly, her low-set gold eyes threatening to bite into it.

 

“What? My scent?”

 

Instead of answering, he buried his lips in the nape of her neck.

 

She inhaled deeply, and the scent of dried roses filled her lungs.

 

“Mmm.”

 

He nuzzled her neck, savoring the scent, then ran his neatly manicured fingertips over the red marks.

 

“You must have been tired after a long night, but you had the presence of mind to hide this.”

 

He didn’t like the way she’d covered up the marks he’d made and reappeared as if nothing had happened.

 

He smirked, remembering the fidgeting she must have done to hide the marks.

 

Her breasts, crushed by her dress, rose and fell as if she thought he was laughing at her.

 

“Yeah, well, they all know what we did, and it was all for nothing.”

 

Still laughing, Kalian shielded her eyes with white lace as she grumbled in a pointed voice.

 

“Why, why are you doing this…”

 

He then pursed her lips as the woman visibly panicked.

 

Her lips quivered, as if she hadn’t expected this reaction, and it was so tempting.

 

“Hmph.”

 

A low moan escaped Evelyn’s mouth as he pounced on her like a ravenous predator. She tried to push his chest away, but his rock-hard body didn’t budge.

 

Pressing his hardened body against hers, he began to peel away her clothes, layer by layer.

 

With a pop.

 

Evelyn exhaled sharply as her dress and corset, stained with the marquise’s blood, fell to the floor.

 

She’d been so tense the whole time, she hadn’t even realized the corset was tightening.

 

“Ha…”

 

Before she could fully realize her release, a tongue slipped between her lips, and a large hand gripped the nape of her neck, immobilizing her.

 

She could barely think straight, the kisses so promiscuous, the heat coming from every direction, sending every cell in her body into a frenzy.

 

“Hmph.”

 

With each slide of fabric to the floor, her heart seemed to fall with it.

 

The scents and tactile sensations she’d been so focused on visualizing became acutely aware, and her breathing deepened.

 

The familiar yet unfamiliar sensations made her crave deep stimulation.

 

‘Just a little. Ah, just a little more…’

 

It was then.

 

“Oh, no way…”

 

A dizzying wave of pleasure swept over her, leaving no shred of reason behind.

 

“Wait, Kalian… wait…”

 

Her legs gave out on her in an instant, and she clung to his biceps, trying to hold on somehow.

 

“I haven’t even started yet.”

 

He whispered in a disbelieving tone, then swept her up in his arms and carried her away.

 

Their lips still pressed together. Evelyn threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her slender calves around his waist like a snake.

 

Even that clumsy response stirred a strange excitement in him, as if her whole body craved him.

 

“Evelyn, you tend to believe that what meets the eye is all there is.”

 

His voice was as stubborn as his fingertips were firm.

 

“I hope you’ll follow me, because I’m going to show you that what you see is not all there is.”