The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 11
As she responded obediently, she was reminded again by the head maid.
“Do not enter any other rooms on this floor, except for the bathroom at the end of the hallway.”
“Yes.”
Even after moving rooms that day, the Duke did not show even a strand of his hair.
Unlike Evelyn, who felt uneasy and anxious all day, Johanson slept soundly from early evening. It seemed that the change of room had no effect on the gentle baby.
Evelyn had her usual evening snack only after the young lady had fallen asleep. While eating the food brought up by the kitchen staff and setting the tray aside, she noticed light shining through the crack of the door across the hallway.
She hadn’t noticed any movement, but how long had the Duke been there in his room?
That thought was fleeting. The head maid had told her not to be curious about anything.
Following the young lady, Evelyn went to bed early. It seemed like she couldn’t fall asleep, but after enduring, she eventually drifted off.
The Duke did not show himself the next day or the day after. His statement about bonding seemed pointless, leaving Evelyn more dismayed than reassured.
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About a week after moving rooms, Evelyn finally took out the washbasin.
She had been too tense to take a proper bath since then. Although she wiped her body daily with a wet towel, it was no longer sufficient.
She had been instructed to maintain strict hygiene from the day she entered the mansion to prevent the young lady from getting sick. Delaying the bath any further might harm her.
The task of carrying water to the higher floor made it much more difficult. After several trips up and down the stairs, she managed to fill the small tub halfway.
Just the fact that the Duke was in the opposite room made her so cautious that she couldn’t even sigh out loud. Once she submerged herself in the lukewarm water, the tension she had been holding finally eased.
Perhaps due to the relaxation or the exhaustion from climbing the stairs, she dozed off in the tub.
Crouched in the small basin, Evelyn ironically dreamt of the Duke. It was an improper dream where he, instead of Johanson, was suckling on her.
“Ah, my lord…”
Evelyn let out a soft moan and suddenly woke up. She saw long legs in her field of vision.
Blinking several times, wondering if she was still dreaming, the steadfast legs didn’t move.
As she looked up in fear, the man’s lips twitched. No matter how much she blinked, those red lips didn’t disappear—it wasn’t a dream.
“Ah, um…”
Evelyn crossed her arms in front of her chest, then realized it was a meaningless gesture. Hadn’t she already exposed her chest to him twice before?
The Duke quietly commanded.
“Stand up.”
Evelyn swallowed hard.
“But, but…”
The Duke didn’t repeat his command. Evelyn took a deep breath and released one arm from covering her chest.
She leaned on the washbasin to stand up and quickly covered her private parts. It was a terribly awkward sight.
To make matters worse, he ordered again.
“Show yourself.”
Reluctantly, she let her arms fall to her sides. The pale p-bic hair barely covered the center of her body, and there was something else more unsettling.
It had been a while since Johanson last nursed. Her breasts, swollen and tight, seemed ready to leak milk at any moment.
Like that night in the garden, the Duke’s gaze was stickily fixed on her breasts.
“Um… my lord.”
Before she could even make a request, the Duke’s red tongue emerged unbelievably and licked his lips. Then he blurted out.
“I’ve had a hard time forgetting the sweet scent from you.”
Evelyn’s heart sank.
“What?”
“I wondered if it tastes as sweet as it smells.”
“That’s not…”
Before she could deny it, the Duke’s large hands grasped each of her breasts.
“…Ah.”
His thumb brushed a n–ple, and instantly a droplet formed at its tip.
The Duke briefly illuminated his glistening finger against the lamp light. The next moment, his long thumb entered his lips, sucked briefly, and was pulled out again.
“My lord…”
While his other hand still clung to her chest, it ruthlessly squeezed the soft flesh. Milk flowed readily, quickly dampening his palm.
He bent forward.
As his red lips drew near, Evelyn clenched her eyes shut. The unnervingly warm flesh delicately licked her n–ple.
“….Ah!”
It was the middle of the night, in the deceased Duchess’s room. Evelyn’s moan, fearful yet somehow obscene, resonated through the air.
“My lord…”
Despite her doubts, the Duke’s lips opened wide.
The breast that had nursed the barely three-month-old baby was now being drawn into the warm mouth of the passionate man. She couldn’t deny that she had long desired this, but she hadn’t expected it to be so intensely hot.
“Mmm…”
The Duke’s other hand was not idle; it grasped the unattended breast, kneading it. As his thumb circled the n–ple, milk began to leak from it too.
“Please, my lord, don’t do this.”
Though she attempted to protest, Evelyn’s voice was so faint it barely reached her own ears.
His hot tongue lapped up the milk leaking from her n–ple, and his large palm continued to squeeze the sticky milk.
“Ah…”
He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Evelyn as he parted his lips wider and took her more deeply.
