I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 70
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Adrian summoned his shadows. Comprising four shadows, they pledged loyalty only to the king.
“Cannes.”
“Your orders?”
“Investigate the maid from Duchy Heinrich who attended tonight’s banquet.”
“Is this an official matter?”
“You’ll find out once you look into it.”
“As you command.”
Cannes disappeared immediately. Although he disliked being meticulous, his efficiency in handling tasks was nevertheless commendable.
“Really, now you’re interested in a maid? Well, a maid does have a master, so she belongs to someone else.”
A half-dressed woman spoke as she popped a grape into her mouth.
“There’s something peculiar about her. Haven’t you seen her?”
“Regrettably, I was too busy dancing at my husband’s behest to even exchange greetings with Duchess Heinrich.”
Adrian rubbed his face, recalling the maid he had briefly encountered.
She had an oddly captivating presence, with a hostility in her gaze directed at him. Moreover, her proud demeanor and confident stance seemed unbecoming of a maid.
This charm was certainly not that of a mere servant. Adrian licked his lips thoughtfully.
Lately, there seemed to be a string of intriguing incidents surrounding Emilia.
The memory of her slender waist and the overpowering scent of roses lingered in his mind.
Once again, he felt a surge of desire into his lower body. Though it was his principle not to indulge in a woman more than once, Adrian had no intention of quelling his arousal alone.
He stood before the Madam, lying in bed, and forcefully tilted her head back by grasping her hair.
“Your Majes, uhp!”
His center entered her mouth forcefully through her parted lips.
‘Emilia. Emilia von Heinrich.’
Indeed, the name Emilia von Loren suited her better.
His manhood moved briskly in and out of her mouth. The Madam quickly adjusted her expression, tightly wrapping her lips around him and sucking diligently.
“Ah.”
Adrian breathed out deeply as he thrust into the depths of her throat.
The strong suction elicited curses from Adrian as he felt an intense rush of blood and breathlessness.
He lifted his hips, releasing a hot fluid into the Madam’s mouth.
The Countess tried to remove him from her mouth, but Adrian kept a firm grip on her head.
“Consider it a gift and swallow every drop. It’s precious, coming from my body, isn’t it?”
She swallowed the bitter fluid adeptly.
Finally, Adrian removed himself from her mouth. She coughed and struggled to breathe.
While he had imagined Emilia during the act, the stark difference in the woman’s response quickly dampened his enthusiasm.
* * *
Emilia returned to her room, her mouth sealed shut. Calling for Dell, she undressed and immediately headed to the bathtub filled with water.
Despite soaking in the warm water, the shivering wouldn’t cease.
Her body felt ablaze, and a peculiar twitching sensation emerged below.
“…..Get a hold of yourself.”
She doused her face with water, shaking her head.
The haunting yet magnificent image of him lingered as an afterimage. The Duke’s face and body, etched into her mind and refused to fade. Emilia plunged her face into the water.
Attempting to shake off her thoughts by holding her breath, she gradually calmed down.
“Puhah!”
Her body gasped for air and inhaled it quickly. Water from the surface splashed out of the tub, creating ripples that reflected light in golden hues.
Emilia wished she could just fall asleep like this.
* * *
He carelessly tossed the letter he had been reading onto the table.
“Shouldn’t you be going this time?”
“It seems so.”
Kartho carefully handed over a few envelopes.
“Here are today’s newspapers.”
After Mikhail checked the newspaper inside one of the envelopes, he finally set it down upon reaching an article on the tenth page.
[Spiegel Newspaper. 10:30 AM]
The organizer’s cautiousness was evident in choosing Spiegel Newspaper’s office as the meeting place, indicating a reluctance to reveal themselves.
“Will you just send funds?”
“There’s no need to attend personally. It would be bothersome with the shadows following.”
Mikhail rubbed his face.
“With no significant activities, I wonder if it’s right to keep sending funds.”
“The royal family seems to be closely monitoring their movements.”
“They must be uneasy.”
Mikhail decided to continue the sponsorship for the time being, satisfied with merely stirring their sentiments.
“We’re trying to identify the organizer, but they’re well hidden and hard to find.”
Mikhail nodded.
He was involved in two major clubs. On the surface, they appeared harmless, but he chose not to attend in person, opting to send money anonymously instead.
These clubs were gatherings of those opposed to the current monarchy, in essence, harboring resentment towards the royal family.
If it was revealed that Duke Heinrich, who helped Adrian ascend the throne, was among those opposing the royal family it would cause a significant uproar.
