I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 47
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She barely managed to tidy up her disheveled clothes and then smoothed out her tousled hair with her hands. However, as someone who always entrusted her hair to maids, she couldn’t manage it as she had in mind.
After roughly fixing herself, she stretched her aching shoulders and tried to stand up.
‘Ugh.’
With every movement, she could feel the handkerchief inside. If she were to leave the lounge in this state, people would surely notice.
On the other hand, Mikhail looked too neat. There was not a single strand out of place, and he appeared unscathed. Seeing him, she felt a pang in her stomach.
“You seem upset.”
“Thanks to you.”
He sat at the table, staring at her for a moment before abruptly standing up.
“Such a princess.”
“If you’re a noblewoman, you probably know that everyone like me is not uncommon.”
“What did I say?”
The touch of his hand as he stroked her red hair was familiar.
‘I guess he’s had experience touching a woman’s hair.’
Although it didn’t suit him, his touch was careful and delicate. Intrigued, Emilia found herself unintentionally watching his reflection in the mirror.
It was difficult to adapt to a different expression and atmosphere than when their bodies were entwined. The seemingly emotionless face only showed a man focused on tidying her hair.
“Do you know how to do this?”
“I have a younger sister.”
“If you have a maid, why are you doing your sister’s hair?”
“It seems you’ve become more curious about me. If we were just an ordinary couple, I would be pleased, but…”
Mikhail neatly finished arranging her hair and then slightly turned his head to whisper in her ear.
“For us, it’s not such a pleasant situation, especially for you. It seems like your body is quite sensitive, isn’t it?”
Perhaps, it really sounded absurd, but who knows? Just by looking at his body, those scenes came to mind. Emilia forcefully pushed his hand away and stood up. She felt entangled every time with him.
“…Don’t get carried away. It was just intriguing.”
“Let’s leave it at that.”
Mikhail walked towards the door, grabbing the handle.
“But didn’t you say the king’s shadow always watches over us?”
“Yes.”
Then, this time too… Oh my goodness.
Mikhail raised his eyebrows, seemingly unperturbed. Emilia watched him lead the way out of the lounge.
What’s different? What she felt earlier was undoubtedly a misunderstanding. He will consistently maintain that arrogant and indifferent attitude towards anyone.
* * *
Emilia, riding in the carriage, grimaced with every jolt. As soon as they returned to the mansion, she intended to go straight to the second floor to release the tension in her body.
Mikhail, seeing Emilia looking anxious, followed behind. Her red hair felt as good as it looked, slipping smoothly through his fingers and emitting a subtle fragrance.
A short while ago, in the lounge, Mikhail had sat in a chair, staring at the mirror with a straight posture. The vivid image of Emilia collapsing under him was still fresh in his mind.
But where had the weeping woman from a moment ago gone? The moment Emilia left the lounge, she transformed into a composed noblewoman.
The change in her demeanor was surprisingly swift. She maintained a straight posture as she covered her face with a fan and even when getting into the carriage.
The more he looked, the more she differed from Duke Loren. It seemed unlikely that they came from the same lineage. However, the red hair and green eyes unmistakably belonged to the Loren family.
“Duke, welcome back.”
Kartho immediately revealed himself and followed. He nodded and said, “Prepare warm water.”
“Would slightly hot water be suitable?”
“Not for me.”
“Understood!”
“Also, I instructed not to use rose fragrance unnecessarily. It seemed too strong.”
“I’ll make a note of that.”
Mikhail withdrew his gaze from Kartho and observed Emilia, who was already climbing the stairs. She held the railing and paused, moving slowly. He leisurely followed her up the stairs. When they reached the second floor, Emilia sighed, tapping her skirt.
Although he followed slowly, the distance quickly closed, and soon he stood behind her.
“It seems very uncomfortable.”
“…..I think our business was done for today?”
As Mikhail approached from behind, Emilia spoke cautiously, on guard.
“I left one thing unfinished.”
He glanced at Emilia’s skirt. In response, she stepped back hesitantly.
“… No way.”
“Handle it yourself. I told them to prepare warm water.”
He walked past her and headed towards the study.
