Without giving any signs, LaMain opened her eyes to the warm breath that pushed in.

“I wanted to see you.”

…All of a sudden like this?

At that moment when she recalled that one phrase, her husband overlapped his lips.

The soft sunlight falling from behind.

The beautiful light covered Cedric’s face with closed eyes.

As if bewitched, all senses dulled.

However, only the sweet breath of her husband, penetrating deeply, remained clear.

At that moment of realizing the ruthless disappearance of will,

The violet eyes, overlaid with a fleeting tremor, locked onto the dropping eyelids.

The wind that had stopped and flowed began to tickle the face again.

Cedric reluctantly let go of the lips that he didn’t want to release.

As the lingering warmth swallowed the void rushing in, when he opened the eyes he had closed while enduring,

“S-Sedric! What are you suddenly doing?”

The wife, who had quietly swallowed my breath a moment ago, now opened her ax-like eyes.

“Just let go of my hand for now!”

…I don’t want to let go.

Muttering inwardly, he loosened the grip on the hand that was wrapped around the waist.

She, who had moved away quickly, stared at him as if accusing him.

‘Why did you suddenly kiss me?!’

She had asked if it was okay to suddenly kiss on the bed a while ago.

But today, as soon as they met, he kissed her.

At that moment when Cedric, who couldn’t erase the strong feeling that her husband was clinging to his lips,

“During this time, it seemed like we haven’t shown our affectionate appearance too much.”

Her husband explained the reason in a very light voice.

She didn’t say anything, just stared with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Isn’t a morning kiss between spouses something you can do?”

…So that’s why?

LaMain’s eyes, filled with vigilance, slightly wrinkled.

“Just because of me, you seemed tender enough for this!”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that.”

The cheeky voice somehow felt annoying.

“I was on a walk. Would you like to join me?”

Cedric extended his well-groomed hand neatly in front of her.

“What kind of walk is this! You shouldn’t be moving like this!”

LaMain raised her voice as if she suddenly remembered the purpose of coming here.

“It’s okay for a moment.”

“Who says that?”

“It’s me.”

“Ah, really…”

Cedric chuckled softly while looking at LaMain who was grinding her molars.

“I understand. I’ll go back to the room.”

Although he wanted to walk a bit more to release the piled-up stuffiness.

“Do not think about coming out of the room for a while!”

Even though his wife hated it this much.

“I will do as you say.”

He didn’t want to resist unnecessarily.

One week later.

Cedric, who had been lying in bed, slowly got up.

And he approached the window where the afternoon sun was pouring in.

With a straightened back, he slowly turned the shoulder with the arrow-pierced wounds.

The pain had almost disappeared.

Thanks to LaMain’s forced confinement(?), his body recovered quickly.
With a languid smile on his lips, he gazed out of the window.

LaMain, wearing a subtle pink dress, got on the carriage.

Following her, Jane also boarded the carriage.

Cedric’s eyes, looking at the graceful wife like a delicate spring flower, deepened.

She had been going out frequently these past few days.

As Cedric gazed at the distancing carriage, his eyes wrinkled slowly.

“When are you planning to talk about it?”

The certainty that the child saved by the Myers family was her did not change.

“Because I think I might harm myself?”

…Because there’s no trust.

Given that no one can be trusted.

Things that can be understood when thinking logically.

“Then there’s nothing I can do for you.”

His chest felt stifled.

Now, staring at the space where the carriage had disappeared.

“Roberto!”

A voice echoed loudly enough to shake the room.

A moment later.

“Yes, did you call?”

Roberto entered the room, leaned against the window, and silently looked at the standing master.

“I need to go out immediately.”

“…….”

“Prepare the carriage.”

Listening to the low voice, Roberto blinked his eyes slowly.

“You haven’t recovered enough for an outing yet.”

“It won’t take that long. Get ready right away.”

A firm voice that seemed useless to resist.

“Yes. Understood.”

Roberto, who answered briefly, left the room.

When LaMain got off the carriage.

“Presenting my greetings to Countess Roger.”

Katherin, the butler of the Haribo Duke’s mansion, greeted her politely.

LaMain, who smiled lightly as if responding, looked beyond Katherin.

Then she raised her eyes in surprise.

It was because of the changed mansion’s garden.

‘He really got rid of all the flowers.’

She had said those words, thinking that even if she poured them out, he would still do it.

The Duke of Haribo had put her words into action.

“I will guide you to where the Duke is.”

At the sound of Katherin’s voice, LaMain withdrew her gaze from the garden.

As she entered the mansion, LaMain slowly looked around.

With each step, there were no flower pots in sight.

Instead, the spaces were filled with tree pots that contributed to air purification.