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“Husband, wife?”

Philip’s gaze was drawn to the skin visible between the bathrobes.

‘I’m done for!’

He quickly felt a sudden rush of blood and turned his eyes away.

‘Was it not like this before?’

He was flustered by just the sight of a little exposure.

I don’t understand this harmony.

Philip tried to feign calm and thought about why she was wearing a couple’s bathrobe, and what response he should make.

Then, he recalled the fact that Ellen had recognized Philip’s bathrobe as his possession.

‘Then I should recognize that Ellen can wear the bathrobe whenever she wants, right?’

It might look funny to change his mind now that he had been caught wearing the bathrobe, but he couldn’t help it.

It seemed like he just had to accept each other’s freedom with each other’s belongings.

Click.

Then, the sound of the door locking was heard.

“Wife?”

Ellen, who had locked the door tightly, approached Philip quickly and grabbed both his hands.

They were soft and smooth.

Philip was very flustered.

Ellen often demanded a high level of physical intimacy from Philip, but she had never taken his hand without warning before.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

“Come here.”

She would have spoken coldly in the past.

But now, her heart was fluttering.

Philip felt that his reaction was unusually different, and followed Ellen’s lead.

She positioned Philip in front of the fulllength mirror she had placed on one side.

“Can you see yourself?”

The bathrobe that wrapped around his broad shoulders had come slightly undone.

A glimpse of his impressive chest muscles and the wellplaced abs underneath could be seen.

“Yes. It seems so……”

Philip stopped speaking and held his breath. Because Ellen had crossed her arms and stood close to him.

The soft yet firm sensation as it touched his strong arm caused an instinctive surge of blood, like an automatic reflex.

“……?”

It was strange.

‘What harmony is this?’

Philip, who had been holding his breath, realized that the air was slightly different.

He took a shallow breath and a faint, pleasant scent wafted from Ellen.

Philip realized that there was no sharp floral scent from Ellen.

‘Why would Ellen, who used perfume so much?’

He couldn’t know. An unlikely thought came to him again.

‘Maybe this is the real Ellen? Was it all for divorce?’

Philip had thought he had been looking out for her until now, but he wondered if it was actually the other way around.

Divorce for nobility is a loss of honor.

Even if Ellen could bear the stares of the world, it would be absurd for her to demand divorce first.

Furthermore, since the Morris dukedom had benefited greatly from the political marriage.

If the benefits obtained by the family disappeared, it would have been a visible issue for Ellen, as bad as her temperament might have been.

‘Does Ellen have a reason to want a divorce?’

First, the image of her strongly suspecting Marlboro’s birth flashed through Philip’s mind.

‘Does she think she’s been deceived and changed her mind? But since it’s a political marriage, she can’t initiate it?’

If Philip had asked Ellen for a divorce first, it might have been different.

‘So, to be divorced?’

It felt like a plausible reason, and at the same time, his mood became strange.

‘For a divorce, Ellen has not spared any means or methods and has worked hard for 11 years……?’

Philip looked again at himself and Ellen in the mirror.

Regardless of their actual relationship, the two in couple’s bathrobes looked like a very wellmatched pair.

He inwardly admired them, and at the same time, Ellen smiled happily.

“It’s not fair to wear such a pretty bathrobe alone.”

Her blue eyes, shining in the mirror, were like jewels. Philip stared at Ellen in the mirror and then looked down at her standing beside him.

Ellen noticed his gaze shifting towards her. She lifted her eyes and met Philip’s gaze.

‘Was Ellen’s gaze like this?’

Although blue, it was like a black hole.

Philip’s soul seemed almost sucked away, thrillingly so.

“I had the same feeling when I removed the wood chip earlier….”

The naïvely dried wood chip looked fascinating. Philip had recalled thinking Ellen was lovely then, without even realizing it.

Philip slightly lowered his eyes.

Her straight nose was graceful. Her red lips, visible in the faint light, seemed deeper.

It was tempting enough to want to taste.

“Isn’t Ellen cheating?”

Suddenly, he thought that.

Not because she was wearing a gown, but because being sexy without warning was cheating.

Then Ellen untied her hair casually.

Her voluminous blonde hair flowed enchantingly over her gown.

A silhouette like that of a goddess, following the flow of her hair, caught his eye and stopped it.

“Ellen….”

He swallowed unconsciously.

His body, which had been roused earlier, was further stimulated.