The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 75
After a careful and tender kiss, Carius asked.
“You’re not upset anymore, right?”
Now that she knew he wasn’t angry at her and hadn’t intentionally returned late, only the initial surprise and hurt remained.
Evelyn pouted slightly and pushed his shoulder.
“I don’t know.”
She said, before slipping out of his grasp and leaving the nursery in a hurry.
* * *
“The bathwater is almost ready, Madam.”
Ellie said quickly as soon as Evelyn entered the bedroom. It was still broad daylight, but Evelyn nodded.
“Thank you, Ellie.”
Ellie smiled happily, and Evelyn, feeling a bit embarrassed, returned the smile.
She remembered she still had to give him the punishment or reward she had planned before he left. It had been delayed by three days, so the two-month mark mentioned by the midwife had already passed.
Meanwhile, Carius, having checked on the sleeping Fritz, noticed the maids bringing a bath into the master bedroom and slowed his steps. He was considering what more he could do to make up for their earlier misunderstanding, but seeing the bath being prepared in the early afternoon reassured him.
If she was taking a bath, there would be plenty for him to do to help. Maybe they could finally enjoy the moments he had been looking forward to during his return journey.
Carius cleaned himself up and headed to the master bedroom at a leisurely pace.
His hand tightened around the doorknob, the veins on the back of his hand standing out from tension. If her mood had improved, he wanted nothing more than to embrace and kiss her immediately.
The thought made his heart race foolishly like that of a teenage boy, and he took a deep breath to steady himself.
The bedroom was quiet and cozy, filled with the scent of fragrant oils mixed with Evelyn’s natural scent.
She was sitting demurely in a tub big enough for the two of them, her back turned to him. Her golden hair, shining like spun gold, was piled on top of her round head, and her slender neck was as white as snow, provoking his mischievous lust.
Just like the days when he would go hunting and feel his mouth water at the sight of a doe, he swallowed a groan and silently approached Evelyn from behind.
Evelyn must have known he had entered since he hadn’t tried to hide the sound of the door. Yet, she continued to act upset, turning away from him in a playful manner. If she wanted to keep up this adorable charade, Carius was more than willing to play along all day.
He dipped his hand into the water where she sat, the unfamiliar scent of flowers reaching his nose. She must have changed the bath oil. It was unnecessary, though, as Carius preferred the natural scent of Evelyn’s body to any plant.
Especially now, when her body was producing milk. No fragrant flower or wood could compare to her.
“Isn’t it a bit early for a bath?”
He asked, creating ripples in the water with his fingertips, pretending not to know.
Evelyn’s sensitive body reacted even to those tiny waves, her soft n–ples already hardening.
Carius felt his mouth go dry as he leaned over her shoulder, savoring the slow, deliberate contact of his lips on her moist skin.
Despite the faint touch, Evelyn shivered. His lips were hotter than the bathwater Ellie had carefully prepared. That mischievous skin of his would soon be all over her, reaching places even she had never touched.
With those thoughts making her heart race, she lifted her head, trying to maintain her composure.
“It’s up to me.”
He laughed softly. How could she be so adorable? How had he been so fortunate to have such a beautiful woman in his life?
His hand, which had been toying with the water, leisurely traced up her arm.
As his hand slid along her smooth, soft skin, a delighted breath escaped her lips. It seemed she wouldn’t stay mad for long.
The narrow passage hidden beneath the water must have already been wet. She remained as sensitive as ever, despite having given birth twice, which made her all the more enticing and precious.
His hand slowly glided down to her b****t. At the lightest touch of her n–ple, milk dribbled out, sullying the bathwater. The shimmering drops formed small concentric circles on the surface, making the water even more fragrant.
Carius rubbed the sticky liquid that coated his fingers and asked curiously.
“Has your milk supply decreased?”
Evelyn, with her n–ples still perky, replied coyly.
“….Not really.”
He wanted to lift her out of the tub and throw her onto the bed immediately. The urge to spread her legs and ravage her was almost unbearable, but he restrained himself. He knew how sweet the fruit of patience could be.
He asked again, softly.
“Why? You complained that my morning feedings increase your supply.”
Evelyn responded boldly.
“I’ve been feeding Fritz while you were away. Otherwise, wouldn’t I feel so lonely?”
“Hah.”
Carius laughed.
He knew it was an irrational feeling, but he was jealous of his own son, especially because Fritz resembled him so much. Sometimes, it genuinely hurt his heart to see Evelyn’s affection divided.
And Evelyn knew this, so she intentionally provoked him.
