I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 168
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“…Damn it.”
He cursed under his breath, and a faint clicking sound followed. Suddenly, she was lifted into the air.
She found herself straddling his lap, her body perched atop his thighs as he sat on the chair.
Emilia braced herself against his shoulders, trying not to collapse entirely into his arms.
“You really shouldn’t have said my name.”
He crushed his lips against hers, swallowing her breath. At the same time, the forceful thrust of his member from below made her vision blur.
“Ah! It’s… it’s too deep! Slow down… ahhh!”
“I’ve held back long enough.”
The sound of wet flesh slapping filled the air hard. Each time her body swayed with the impact, he let out an amused laugh.
He pushed deeper inside. Her body was trembling. The relentless pounding made her groan. The pleasure of his tongue and her touch earlier was overwhelming, but it paled in comparison to a penetration now.
“Ah! Ahhh!”
Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, the intensity of their desire growing with every movement. Emilia was frightened by her own feelings.
This time together—his warmth, the closeness of their bodies—no longer felt as unbearable as it once had.
‘What’s happening to me? No, what’s happening to us… Is this okay?’
Emilia wrapped her arms around his neck. His warm embrace, the way his hands moved over her skin—it had all become far too familiar.
What was he feeling as he held her like this? Each night, embracing the daughter of his parents’ murderer, trying to make her carry his child—how much of a hell must that have been for him?
She felt pity for him. No one else had dragged him into this torment—only her.
“…Ah, Mikhail.”
For the first time, Emilia called his name without any trace of hatred, only emotion.
His red eyes looked visibly shaken.
“…Damn it.”
His thrusts grew rougher, and he bit down hard on her shoulder.
Emilia trembled violently, gasping as her climax overtook her. Warm liquid spread inside her, filling her, and a feeling of helplessness wrapped around her body.
Her strength ebbed away. Barely able to lift her head, Emilia looked up at Mikhail’s gaze.
In their eyes, there was no hatred—only something else.
❖ ❖ ❖
Emilia sat up, fighting the wave of nausea.
“Ah…”
When she opened her eyes, he was nowhere to be seen.
It was clear that neither of them had been in their right minds the night before.
She struggled to get out of bed and went to the bathroom, trying to expel the nausea, but nothing came up. The feeling of unease lingered.
Her body was clean—someone must have bathed her and changed her into fresh nightclothes.
“Do I have a strange taste?”
Emilia returned to the bedroom and looked around.
The room, in stark contrast to her neatly groomed appearance, was a mess. A sigh escaped her. As she pulled the string, Dell immediately knocked on the door.
“Madam, it’s me. Are you feeling unwell again?”
“It seems to have gotten worse lately.”
“Madam… please take some rest and have something warm to eat.”
“Dell. I’m sorry for putting you through all this.”
Del shook her head vigorously.
“No, it’s my fault for bringing anything into the room. Are you alright, Madam?”
“…I’m fine.”
She had to be fine. Even if she wasn’t, she had to say she was.
More than that, how would she look at him now? The events of the previous night flashed through her mind like a blur.
Emilia squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shake off the thoughts.
“Has the Miss said anything?”
“No, she went to the third floor and has been quiet. Miss Boestin seems to be taking good care of her.”
“I see.”
Emilia thought she should start by addressing the problem with Dahlia.
Her attempt to kill her had led to her being confined on the third floor.
“Where is His Grace?”
“He left the estate as soon as the sun rose. I’ll prepare breakfast in the meantime.”
“I need to clean, so I’ll eat in the dining room today .”
“Yes, perhaps you could take a walk in the garden while I prepare things?”
Emilia nodded. Dell, still smiling, helped her with her attire.
As she stepped into the expansive garden, she felt the air clear, and her breathing became easier.
Now that she noticed, there were new trees she hadn’t seen before.
“….Did they plant these recently?”
They weren’t as vibrant as the flowers, but they didn’t look as barren as they once had.
Emilia started to walk deeper into the garden but suddenly froze, her body trembling. She couldn’t bring herself to go further and stopped in place.
During the day, a large tree caught her attention.
On the rainy day, everything had been obscured by a dense fog, but today, with the clear skies, nothing was hidden.
‘I couldn’t have been seen, right?’
The memory of their passionate lovemaking that day came flooding back, and her face flushed. She fanned herself quickly, trying to cool down.
She shook her head and turned away from the tree that kept drawing her attention and headed in the opposite direction.
The breeze rustled the leaves, and the smell of fresh grass tickled her nose.
‘I don’t expect forgiveness.’
Then what can she do beside him?
Emilia tightly grasped her dress. Of course, just because there was a reason behind his actions didn’t mean they were justified.
But she still had her parents, and all he had left was Dahlia.
‘I wonder if my mother is alright.’
She wanted to run to the Loren estate right away, but she couldn’t.
