I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 86
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Something hot seemed to boil up inside her chest.
Up close, the woman was much more beautiful than she had seemed from afar.
Her smile, delicate like eating cotton candy, and her body looked like they were sculpted with care to maintain a perfect balance between slender and voluptuously shaped.
Feeling as though she was staring directly into a strong light, her eyes felt cold. Emilia involuntarily turned away.
Like someone who had seen something they shouldn’t, her expression turned pale, and her heart uncomfortably fluttered.
His appearance, holding the woman as if she was a precious treasure, lingered in her mind.
“I told you. He might be enjoying himself.”
Adrian’s words were lost to her. A buzzing noise filled her head, confusing her thoughts.
“Your Majesty.”
Hearing his deep voice, Emilia slowly opened and then closed her eyes.
“I’m sure I had mentioned.”
She felt him stride up close. Slowly, Emilia turned to face him.
“Ah!”
Leah was thrown into Adrian’s arms as if she was an object.
Before she could protest to him with a bewildered expression, Mikhail reached out for Emilia. His large hand grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her towards him.
Pulled weakly towards him, Emilia looked up to see him. It seemed odd; she should be the one to be angry, yet he appeared more enraged.
In fact, there was no reason for either of them to be angry.
Which made the situation all the more peculiar. It was as if this scene was inciting jealousy in each of them for being with someone else.
Ridiculous.
Yet, in his firm embrace and in his unwavering, strong voice, she found a sense of stability.
Why? Why did she feel this way?
Mikhail did not let her go. And Emilia did not push him away.
“I said the Madam is unwell, so she cannot meet you.”
Emilia was confused in his embrace.
Whose heart was beating so loudly that it reverberated through her ear, she couldn’t tell.
“Even so, what’s with throwing people aside like that?”
“We’ll have the butler take care of the wedding details, so it would be best if you returned today.”
“That seems necessary anyway, given Leah has sprained her ankle. Would you be willing to treat her here at the Ducal residence?”
“The imperial doctor would surely do a better job than any doctor the Duchy have here. We’re already overwhelmed taking care of the Madam, so I apologize, but we won’t be able to assist.”
The grip on Emilia’s shoulder tightened, reflecting his apparent irritation. Emilia was puzzled by his anger.
Why was he so upset?
“Then, I’ll take my leave.”
He took Emilia’s hand and headed upstairs.
“Hurry!”
“…”
“Your Grace!”
“…”
“Uht.”
Emilia, unable to keep up with his pace, grasped the railing while gasping for air.
“Leave me behind.”
“I’m not heartless enough to leave a sick person unattended.”
After just having cavalierly tossed that woman into the king’s arms, Emilia frowned. He looked at her attire and promptly picked her up.
“What, what are you doing?”
“I’m holding back a lot right now, so maybe keep quiet?”
“…ha!”
Emilia’s eyes narrowed even further.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
“….What did you say?”
“If you don’t want to fall. Wrap them around.”
Only then did Emilia realize she was being carried up the stairs in his arms.
The glances of many servants felt belatedly heavy.
She bowed her head, muttering,
“What are you trying to do? This isn’t right. This is…”
Mikhail didn’t head to her room but to his own and took her into the bathroom.
After setting her down, he took a deep breath and suddenly hugged her waist, bending his head towards her.
His hot breath clung to her nape. Emilia tensed up as he silently breathed in.
“….What is this?”
“Why did you do it?”
“Are you blaming me? You were the one who left. The king came right up to my room. I didn’t want to experience the same thing as last time, so I left my room, that’s all.”
“You should have avoided him.”
“Was there a place for me to escape to?”
Emilia laughed. It was absurd to have such an extended conversation like this.
“Move. I want to go to my room.”
“You always manage to anger me.”
“That’s what puzzles me. Why do you get angry? Especially today… What are we to each other…?”
She looked down at the top of Mikhail’s head that was buried against her chest with a cold gaze.
Each time he breathed in, the tip of his nose brushed against her collarbone.
“Ha.”
Each time a warm breath escaped between his lips, her chest trembled. She didn’t welcome this sensation nor the changes in her body.
She feared that her reason was fading, leaving only instinct to consume her completely.
“… don’t do this.”
Despite her words, a tension crept into the secretive space between her legs.
‘Please, no. I can’t…’
Her entire body tensed in anticipation of the next step. She felt as if her breath was being squeezed out of her.
Her mouth was dry and her heart pounded violently.
