The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 7
In the end, Evelyn got up from the bed. She decided it was best to wash off her body and forget the Duke’s scent. She went to the kitchen to heat some water.
However, even as she entered the lukewarm tub, the impulse did not subside.
As she wiped her chest with a wet towel, the unique scent and warmth she had felt from the man seemed to revive. The hole below, which had had nothing else except during childbirth, repeatedly contracted and relaxed.
Not knowing what else to do, Evelyn, for the first time in her life, touched herself. The traces of childbirth had already faded since it had only resulted in a stillbirth.
The slippery entrance was something she had never imagined before. The Marquis had often complained that she was unresponsive compared to her looks and would pour perfumed oils there. Evelyn, lacking experience, had thought perhaps she was simply frigid.
She pushed a fingertip a little further into the relaxed and moist opening. The dizzying sensation brought back the image of the Duke’s dark eyes and pale face, his sharp nose, and red lips.
“Ah…”
Even though she knew it was wrong, she pushed her finger in as far as it could go. One thin finger was not enough. She tried two, but still couldn’t satisfy the urge.
She mimicked the motion of an intercourse, pushing her fingers in and pulling them out. A ticklish feeling started, and once again, milk began to flow from her nipples.
“Ah…”
She couldn’t believe the reality of stimulating herself while imagining the baby’s father with the sleeping baby nearby. She couldn’t understand feeling such perilous impulses while knowing how dangerous the man was.
But all she could hear was a soft voice echoing in her ear.
“Is the scent of milk naturally this sweet?”
As she plunged her fingers deeper while recalling his husky voice, a burst of light exploded before her eyes.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Her slender wrist moved rapidly under the water, and Evelyn hoped only that the splashing sounds masked her moans.
“Ah, ah…”
She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. The mere thought of the mansion’s owner she had just met for the first time and touching herself was enough to make her feel like she could die in this state.
‘Did the Marquis feel this way every time he climaxed inside me?’
Evelyn didn’t really want to picture him but she considered for the first time that she might understand his grotesque enjoyment.
Evelyn kept stirring restlessly below for quite some time.
Johanson had slept through the night, and the surroundings were quiet, so Evelyn had no idea that her moans might have escaped beyond the door.
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Evelyn couldn’t sleep properly all night. After nursing Johanson at dawn, she found it difficult to fall back asleep and went down to the dining hall early.
Although someone usually brought her meals to her room, she occasionally liked to visit the dining hall herself. It saved someone else the trouble of coming to her room.
As she scooped up some porridge in the servants’ dining area next to the kitchen, she heard voices from the kitchen.
“What? Surely not.”
Someone clicked their tongue in disbelief.
“There’s always some mad woman, unable to spend a day without a man.”
It seemed they were gossiping early in the morning.
Evelyn took a seat in a corner, trying not to pay attention, but her attention snapped back when she heard the next comment.
“Even animals understand the pain of losing their young, tsk tsk.”
Her appetite vanished and her heart raced.
Were they talking about her? Had her sounds from the previous night leaked outside?
She had forgotten that while she might be lost in her own issues, others had their eyes and ears open.
Just as she was about to hastily leave her seat, heavy footsteps approached, and someone appeared.
“Ah, the nanny, right? You’re up early!”
It was a young man who appeared to be a stablehand from his attire. Evelyn didn’t recognize him at all, but he seemed to know her.
This inadvertently revealed her presence to the kitchen maids.
Evelyn picked up her untouched bowl of porridge to leave. Unexpectedly, the stablehand asked another question.
“Leaving that much? Will there be enough milk to feed the young lady?”
He then stood in front of her, holding what looked like an empty bucket, blocking her path assertively.
“You will get punished for leaving food.”
Reluctantly, Evelyn sat back down. She forced herself to spoon up a few bites of the thin porridge, which seemed to stick in her throat.
The stablehand remained cheerfully oblivious to her discomfort and smiled heartily.
“It’s good to see you eating well. You look much healthier than when you first arrived.”
Evelyn responded half-heartedly.
“…Thank you.”
“My name’s Kevin, as you see, I’m the stablehand.”
The kitchen had quieted down.
Once formally introduced, Evelyn couldn’t ignore him. Reluctantly, she parted her lips.
“…I’m, Evelyn.”
Kevin smiled, seemingly pleased. After he headed back into the kitchen, Evelyn also made her way back to her room.
‘Yes, it would be no surprise if I was going mad.’
She mocked herself, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of crying as soon as she reached the upper floor.
“Waaah!”
It seemed Johanson had woken up earlier than usual.
“Johanson, are you awake?”
Quickly, she untied her gown to nurse her. Even as she looked into her baby’s green eyes, which bore no resemblance to her father, she couldn’t help but feel a stir in her stomach as the image of the Duke surfaced in her mind.
