“Dangerous talk.”
“It is dangerous.”
Fully awakened, unlike usual, the sleeping Bianca rolled over shamelessly.
Approaching him on the bed, she snuggled into his arms, and soon, her body relaxed.
As warm as she said, the body that entered his arms was warm.
Enough to ignite a fire in his chest.
And then, should she sleep?
Jillian let out a wry laugh at the relieved appearance of Bianca.
But it was momentary.
That sense of entering his arms as if it were natural.
Her sleeping figure, securely and without worry, as if her arms were the safest place in the world.
There wasn’t anything unattractive about any of it.
The fire that still burned in his chest seemed to melt every bone, but Jillian dispelled the hot breath lightly.
“I’m watching.”
Because she’s beautiful.
Jillian folded his arms and firmly embraced Bianca.
Pressing as if to plant on his chest.
He stared for a long time without blinking at the adorable sight of her sleeping without a twitch, nestled in his arms with her soft and tender cheek.
How much time had passed?
Jillian, who had been staring at Bianca as if engraving her into his cornea, slowly rested his head on his pillow.
Contrary to his feelings, it was because his body couldn’t endure.
Unlike the limitless past, now his body was constantly complaining of fatigue.
It was time to go back and rest.
If he didn’t rest even for a moment, he might not be able to move tomorrow.
But he just couldn’t let her go.
“Just a moment,” he thought, and he kept holding on.
He shouldn’t invade the space she had just entered in her sleep.
Bianca wouldn’t remember, and surely, she would be surprised and fall off in the morning.
Jillian smiled as he tightly embraced the soft body in his arms.
Soft.
Exchanging breaths, he kissed her on her soft hair and breathed deeply.
It was really hard to let go like this.
As Bianca said, her bed was incredibly warm.
“…Yes.”
“Look at the blood.”
At the small voice tickling his ears, Jillian opened the eyes he had closed.
What’s this?
When he squinted his eyes, his gaze was filled with Bianca preparing breakfast for ‘Hailey’ on the next bed.
She hadn’t even removed the armrest yet.
When he woke up, the voice whispering in his ear was clearly heard.
“Shh, shh, please stop now. You must be tired, and I don’t want to wake you up.”
“What about breakfast then?”
“Since you seem to need more sleep… I’ll eat with you when you wake up.”
“Then pull the string.”
“Then, Jules is coming.”
“You’ve changed it so that I receive the signal.”
“Right, then.”
Jillian, who was listening to the whispering conversation, was bewildered for the first time in a while.
Slept?
Doesn’t she know that she needs to wake up?
His forehead had narrowed unconsciously due to being in a daze.
The gaze of Hailey, who was talking with Bianca, momentarily caught his attention and quickly fell.
‘You’ve woken up.’
Hailey, who secretly greeted him, had a self-pitying smile, as if she understood everything.
Jillian almost jumped up from his seat.
“Well then. I’ll come when you call.”
“Thank you.”
Bianca had been looking at Hailey the whole time, so she probably thought the smile was for her.
It seemed to be her share of the smile.
A smile that seems to admire and be grateful for the passionate owner.
Commonly known as a motherly smile.
How dare she.
Those who went missing over the Baroque Marquis were always like that.
It would be nice to have anyone by your side.
If you share your heart, they will be pleased, even if they bring in a different species and make them the Marquise.
Where would that fervor go?
He might have thought they were doing well, but he probably never imagined it would be like this.
Should he grab her now and forcibly block that mouth?
It was when his thoughts were flowing a bit too violently.
“As it’s a sensitive time, it might not be good if rumors spread, so I’m considering having the guards at the door step back. What do you think? Since the Duke is here, it should be safer than anywhere else. I think I’ll be fine.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll handle it that way. Rest.”
Perhaps reading his stern expression, Hailey stepped forward, conducted the entrance inspection, and then stepped back.
“Oh…”
Since she had her head turned as they were talking with her nestled in his arms, it seemed a bit forced.
As soon as Hailey left, Bianca buried her head in his chest and whimpered.
Her small, white hands clenched his collarbone.
With no strength in those hands, trying to squeeze anything wouldn’t even release the tense muscles.
Seeing her whimpering, it was hard to pretend not to know anymore.
“Is your throat hurting?”
“Oh, Jillian.”
Holding the thin neck that fits into one hand and pressing firmly, suppressed groans burst continuously from her chest.
“Ugh.”
“…”
Ah, Jillian groaned silently.
He blinked, momentarily forgetting who he was holding.
In his arms was the mischievous witch.
An unexpectedly charming witch who unintentionally enchanted him every time.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced