I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 66
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“Hmph.”
Suddenly, he pressed his lips against hers.
His intense gaze felt like it could reduce her to ashes. The breath forced through the gap between them seemed to draw out her deepest desires.
“Wait, just…”
Her plea slipped out in a whisper, deepening the intensity in Mikhail’s eyes.
The strong scent of whiskey filled her mouth, so potent that there was no need to ask how much he had drunk.
‘Dizzying.’
The mere scent of his breath was intoxicating.
Their tongues intertwined intensely. Her breath quickened, and her legs trembled from standing on her toes for so long.
Though it was just a kiss, Emilia felt like her entire body was being consumed.
“…Haah.”
Only after her breath had hitched in her throat and struck her chest did Mikhail pull away.
“You shouldn’t have brought that girl here.”
“I didn’t know. I sent her back to the mansion when I realized.”
“Ha.”
His eyes turned fierce in an instant.
“Haven’t I made myself clear?”
Emilia’s instincts screamed at the boiling red in his eyes.
Run!
She stumbled backward reflexively, but his hand shot out towards her. He pulled her body to him in one swift motion.
“You really can’t lie.”
Emilia shivered under the gaze of his eyes that were ablaze with red flashes.
Heat radiated from her abdomen and quickly engulfed her entire body.
Her mouth felt parched and her breath constricted. His eyes shone intensely differently from before.
‘Something is wrong.’
Her body reacted instinctively, confused by its own response.
His steps quickened, pulling her toward the carriage.
“Just a moment! Your Grace! Too fast… Ah!”
Unable to keep up, her shoe caught the hem of her dress. She staggered and was about to fall when suddenly her feet left the ground. Belatedly, Emilia realized she was being carried.
Before she could even scream, her body was crumpled into the carriage.
* * *
Mikhail’s patience had worn thin. It was her fault. She was terrible at lying and couldn’t even feign audacity.
Even disguised as a maid, Dahlia was unmistakably Dahlia.
Dahlia had been seen by Adrian, and it was evident he was intrigued. Mikhail could tell just by his expression.
Mikhail looked at her crumpled on the carriage floor, then grabbed the door.
“People really do sink endlessly to the bottom.”
She glared at him, biting her lip as she sat on the floor instead of a chair.
“And who do you think I should thank for that?”
He climbed into the carriage lightly. Closing the door, he stepped on the hem of Emilia’s dress, preventing her from getting up.
“Move.”
Her voice trembled. The shock on her face and the grip on her skirt were pitiful.
Regrettably, he had no intention of showing her mercy.
Mikhail sat in the carriage seat and tapped the wall with his hand.
With his legs leisurely crossed, his foot still pressed down on her dress.
Emilia remained sprawled on the floor, but the unaware coachman promptly started the carriage.
“Ah!”
Every bump in the road jolted her body. Looking down at Emilia who was disgracefully sprawled on the floor, he said,
“Don’t bother getting up. It’s a convenient position if you decide to be mouthy.”
“Did you expect that to scare me?”
“No.”
She had anticipated a ‘yes,’ but instead, he negated with a sly curl of his lips.
“I hoped you wouldn’t.”
“…”
“You’re not asking why.”
The tension was palpable between them in the confined space of the carriage.
He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward slightly. Emilia hastily scooted back, pressing against the wall.
Trapped in the narrow space in her cumbersome dress, there was hardly any room to escape.
“Yes, crawl away like that.”
He watched Emilia’s tightly shut red lips intently before turning away.
With each taste, the sweet scent lingered and tempted him to savor more.
Mikhail barely suppressed the desire rising within him. The memory of Adrian’s hands roaming her body during their dance, the closeness enough for breaths to mingle, the way their eyes avoided each other intentionally.
‘Did I lose my mind over Dahlia’s arrival?’
Dahlia’s impulsive actions and Emilia’s tacit approval had provoked him.
At that moment, everything could have gone awry.
‘Was it just that?’
The years he had barely endured could have collapsed in an instant.
‘Foolish Dahlia. Still ensnared by ideals and blind to reality.’
But perhaps he was no different.
Releasing the pressure from his foot, she fluttered up and sat on the opposite side. Her eyes were glistened with moisture as she wrapped her arms around her body.
“Going to cry?”
“…No.”
She stubbornly held back her tears. Observing her, Mikhail languidly said.
“What a pity.”
He meant it sincerely.
