“Now, it’s a bit late to bring a man into the room, don’t you think?”

Walter intentionally mocked, but Edit smiled playfully and fixed her gaze on him. If it weren’t mockery but the sound of a dog barking, she would probably react the same way.

‘Why is this woman suddenly so assertive?’

Walter kept teasing, but Edit continued to smile, meeting his eyes directly. It felt as if she would respond this way even if he made dog barking sounds.

‘Why is this woman suddenly so assertive?’

Walter tried to light the candle, but his hand was shaking so much that the match kept breaking off.
In fact, Edit looked at Walter tenderly because he had learned the truth about Isaac.

The fact that the boy she had always remembered was standing in front of her in such a handsome manner, and that she had his child, was almost unbelievable.

Wanting to share this truth with him, she almost forgot about the box of matches she was discarding and asked him.

“Walter, what if you inherited Lexion’s blood?”

After thinking for a moment, he gave a simple answer.

“I wouldn’t feel inclined, given the many unfortunate aspects of the family. Also, considering what you did today.”

“…”

Well, from Walter’s perspective, it was a family that didn’t seek him out, and there were rumors that the heir was harshly managed, so he might not feel inclined.

Moreover, today, she didn’t want to think about Lexion anymore. The chilling magic that touched her neck, even more so.

“Is the baby okay?”

However, when he cautiously asked, she wanted to tell her baby about the truth she discovered today.

‘Hey, little one, that handsome man in front of us is your dad.’

Just thinking about it internally brought an inexplicable sense of happiness. She was confident that the baby would feel the same.

After discarding two boxes of matches, Walter finally lit the scented candle. When he discovered Edit, whose eyes were sparkling from behind him, he momentarily held his breath.

Suddenly, a passage from “Reproduction and Childbirth” he had read crossed his mind, stating that feeling sexual desire during pregnancy was natural.

Surely this woman right now—

“Walter, would you… hug me until I fall asleep?”

“!”

“Due to what happened at the Duke’s residence, I couldn’t sleep, and I thought it would be okay if you were by my side.”

Edit even added a plausible excuse. Walter was surprised as if he had been shot in the heart. In the midst of his astonishment, he nodded his head.

Upon that, Edit smiled as if she were the happiest person in the world and pulled him to the bedside as if she were dragging him.

She got on the bed first, then lightly tapped the spot beside her. Walter, who climbed onto the bed in quick steps, tried to grab her chin from behind.

“…?”

But Edit moved her body slightly, causing Walter, who climbed onto the bed in a single step, to embrace her from behind. Then, subtly, she pulled his hand and placed it over her belly as if wrapping it around.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Walter… What were you thinking?”

“…”

Walter, feeling like he had become trash, was about to let out a disappointed laugh but stopped himself.

When Edit gently intertwined his fingers with her hand placed on her belly, another sense of satisfaction rushed through him.

“This child is my child, Edit.”

He spoke in a low, possessive voice and tapped Edit’s belly with two fingers.

“So, don’t think about running away unnecessarily. Little one, you too.”

“… Little one?”

“Baby. It doesn’t have a name yet, right?”
Walter, even to the child in her womb, brainwashed her by saying he was not the man Isaac, who never showed his face and brainwashed her without showing his nose.

Now that Edit knew who was jealous of whom, she stifled her laughter as she listened to his voice.

“Let’s use ‘Little One’ as a nickname for the baby.”

She mumbled softly, feeling Walter’s warmth with closed eyes.

Until he came to her room, she had feared various thoughts. She wondered if there might be issues related to the child in her womb having Lexion and Lady Lea’s bloodline, possibly facing a deadline due to magic.

Not wanting to burden Walter, who was already busy, with the fact that the child might have problems due to her bloodline, she had decided to check it herself, especially when the opportunity arose to consult a mage.

Hearing about potential fatal problems for the child due to her bloodline would shatter anyone mentally.

Though she felt like she might enter a state of panic, being with him helped her regain a peaceful mind for a while.

‘There’s nothing to change even if I tremble. Since he tore up the stamp he received from Isajel before he came, the mage should come by tomorrow.’

Holding Walter’s overlapping hand tightly, Edit gradually fell asleep.

The next afternoon, the mage she had summoned arrived at the Portrian Mansion.