Another excited voice in his head suddenly drank it all up.
The sound of saliva was vivid.
It wasn’t difficult.
He just had to make a sound to ask.
‘Let me.’
Bianca would surely nod her head.
She would gladly give away everything with her outstretched arms.
However, he didn’t like that.
Disappointed at the clinging Bianca, who was pleading for more, Jillian pressed his lips firmly to suppress her.
Peck.
The lips, stimulated and swollen, were pressed down by him and then revived.
“Sleep now.”
“But it’s not enough.”
“…….”
The strength of the thin arms wrapped around his neck, entangled like tough vines, was so difficult to shake off at this moment.
However, at least externally, Jillian straightened his stiffened waist with a calm expression.
“You should sleep early. We have to go for a walk tomorrow morning.”
“I…”
“I want to sleep now. I just got really tired just now. Will you allow it?”
The moment Bianca’s hazy eyes focused.
Unlike her elegant tone, Jillian’s eyes, sharpened like blades with excitement.
“Please permit.”
The polite man’s plea roared like a threatening growl.
It wasn’t frightening at all, but Bianca nodded.
If he was determined to endure like this, it seemed right to respect him.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
His farewell sounded heavy like a sigh.
From that night on, there were no more strange sounds.
‘You know I won’t give up like this.’
‘But still, not killing is said to be for delivering proper punishment.’
“Punishment?”
‘Sometimes, surviving can be more painful than dying, he said.’
Izar twisted his jaw and distorted his lips in disbelief.
“Arrogant bastard.”
Last night, the duke, who threw him to the ground and entered the mansion, immediately sent his knights to send down his subordinates who had become a mess.
Although it looked quite serious on the outside, there were no fatal injuries.
As annoying and suppressive as they were, they were all irritating wounds, just enough to let off some steam.
It was really regrettable to miss this opportunity, but it wasn’t a complete surrender as the Duke Balok said.
It was just a bit of bad luck.
Whether he personally intervened or manipulated the person he had planted, it was clearly to bring the princess this time, and that became a disappointment.
But the more he pondered, the stranger his words sounded.
Living could become more painful?
What on earth does that mean?
Izar’s gaze reached the Balok territory, still engulfed in darkness, and then dropped.
The morning in the north was unusually late.
So it was more splendid.
Closing his eyes, Izar recalled Balok’s morning, which began with reflections on the snow every dawn.
It was truly exquisite.
Memorable enough to think about for a long time.
“Discard it.”
Suddenly, Chimi, in annoyance, and Izar, threw down the things they had placed on the floor.
They were thrown away from the carriage, running away and stuck in the snowy field.
Avoiding the sunlight coming in through the curtains, Bianca, who was crouched to avoid the sun, suddenly raised her head.
“Jillian!”
Was it a dream?
However, as the sore lips touched the tip of her tongue, Bianca vividly remembered the events of last night.
‘Give me a kiss.’
Her clinging figure that didn’t let go and blindly clung as if she would never let go, and
‘You should sleep now.’
Jillian’s figure that pushed her away politely after stretching her pupils.
“Are you crazy?”
Bianca blushed, burying her face in the blanket.
At that time, when she was moaning without the blanket, a neat knock and small footsteps rang out.
“Madam, are you awake?”
“…Julie?”
“I heard a sound, so I came in. Are you okay?”
Not okay.
However, Bianca couldn’t bring herself to say that it was because she felt embarrassed in front of the surprised and blushing young maid. So, Bianca could only mumble that it was nothing.
“Last night, the duke came.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“He wants to have breakfast together. How would you like to handle it?”
Julie reached out familiarly, trying to support Bianca. However, her posture was somewhat unusual compared to usual.
“Where are you hurt?”
“Uh? You noticed?”
“Where are you hurt?”
I asked because it seemed a bit strange, but she just laughed quietly, making it even more puzzling.
“Where is Mr. Benson?”
“Oh, well…”
“How did he get hurt?”
Bianca stood up and supported Julie, who was standing awkwardly, unlike usual.
“If you’re seriously injured, let’s call Mr. Benson right away.”
“I just slipped on the stairs.”
“What?”
“I slipped on the stairs while half-asleep this morning.”
Hehe, Julie, who laughed chicly, scratched the back of her head. No, she tried to scratch it. However, she didn’t move her hand as if it hurt somewhere.
Seeing Julie’s awkward posture with one arm raised, Bianca sighed involuntarily.
“If it was this bad, you should have rested.”
“What’s the point of leaving you alone at the lady’s side like this? I am the lady’s exclusive maid.”
“How dare you make me look like such a heartless person. To take care of a sick person and receive treatment from them, do I look like I would feel comfortable with that?”
“If you leave the lady alone at this level, will you feel comfortable? Well.”
Julie stubbornly insisted with a pouting mouth.
But this time, there was no intention to give in at all.
In the first place, Bianca didn’t need treatment, and now that Jillian was back, there was no need for night treatments.
“Haley!”
Bianca immediately pulled the string to call Haley.
“I don’t want to receive treatment from a sick person. Call Mr. Benson right away, check on Julie, and keep her in the room for today. Feed her three meals abundantly.”
“Is Julie sick?”
Haley, who didn’t know either, frowned.
Bianca nodded to Haley, who seemed shocked.
“She fell down the stairs in the morning.”
“Ah… then she should rest. I’ll do that.”
“And tell the Duke that I’ll attend the breakfast. ‘Haley’ will let him know.”
“Of course. Madam.”
Giving an annoyed look to Julie and passing the responsibility to Mr. Benson, Jillian, and for the first time in a long time having breakfast with Jillian, Bianca was happy.
Enough to wash away the anxiety of the past few days.
However, Bianca’s happiness was fleeting.
That day at lunch, a messenger arrived.
“Here is the imperial summons.”
The emperor had summoned Jillian.
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