“Will you stay with me tonight?”

Lamein asked in a slow voice, as if checking if she had heard correctly.

“Yes.”

The faint smile that had formed on Cedric’s lips deepened as he answered precisely.

“Cedric, what do you mean by that?”

“Is there any other meaning to asking you to stay with me? Just as I said…”

Tap, tap.

Cedric tapped the empty space next to his bed with his free hand.

“I want you to stay by my side.”

Was he asking her to nurse him all night?

Of course, it wasn’t something she couldn’t do.

However, the subtle atmosphere made it difficult to answer easily, given the man’s gentle gaze and subtle movement of gently grabbing her wrist.

“Did I ask for too much?”

Her gaze toward her husband’s face, which was letting out a languid voice, gradually fell down.

The sharply defined triangular shoulder wrapped in white bandages, and then the clear abs that were positioned below it, automatically stole her gaze.

She pushed her gaze, which had momentarily lingered in one place, between the man’s split chest muscles and pushed it upward.

For an instant, her eyes met her husband’s, and he gently tilted his head.

Looking at the man, who showed his sleek jawline and sent her a faint look, she gulped dryly.

Her husband’s visuals in the dark were not just tempting, they were fatal.

‘No. Why is he looking at me like that while he’s undressed?’

Those goodlooking guys always know better how to look even better.

‘What woman would refuse if he said it like that?’

Even if she pleaded for him to leave here, she would still lie down next to him.

However.

“What’s the reason for this all of a sudden?”

Reason won the battle between instinct and reason that had been vying for supremacy.

“Didn’t you hear from Mother?”

Cedric slightly raised his eyelids.

“From Mother? No… Ah!”

Lamein’s eyes widened.

‘Sedric suddenly came to me last night and said this. Now he would like to have the conjugal night once a month whenever he wants.’

Only then did she remember what the Duchess of Roger had said while sitting in the garden.

“You heard, didn’t you?”

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Cedric raised the corners of his mouth.

“Yes. I heard.”

She slowly lowered her tightly raised eyelids.

And she looked softly at her lying husband.

“If my wife stays by my side all night in this injured situation, I think it will look more romantic than any other situation. What do you think, my wife?”

“I don’t know about romantic, but it would look nice.”

Lamein, who reluctantly acknowledged, looked at Cedric, who spat out a small laugh.

‘To think about such things even in this injured situation.’

Her husband was a person sincerely committed to his ducal duties.

“Let’s do that. But I’ll change my clothes and come back.”

She repeated a known fact in response.

“Then I’ll be waiting.”

Her husband, once again creating a strange atmosphere with his eyes, let out a low voice.

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Lamein, who had returned to her room, changed into her nightclothes and wore a gown over them.

And she stopped in front of the door as she was about to leave the room.

‘Was that strange sensation I felt when touching Cain’s wound last time because of healing power?’

She slowly raised her hand and looked at it closely.

‘Ah. The wound.’

She recalled how the paper cut had disappeared completely.

Hoo. A big sigh flowed out of Lamein’s mouth.

The cruel dream had informed her of her existence, but her memory was not entirely back.

And.

“Ah. My head hurts.”

Whenever she tried to think a little deeply, a terrible headache rushed in.

“Is it really because of the rose scent?”

The ambiguous suspicion that the abnormal reaction of the body was due to the rose scent becomes a conviction.

“It seems that the shock is bringing back the memory, but…”

Recalling that nauseating smell, Lamein twisted her face.

“There’s still too much I don’t know. I don’t understand anything with just this. And…”

She lifted her lowered hand in front of her eyes and slowly examined it.

“Even if I have such ability, I don’t know if I can use it or not.”

Thoughts were tangled all over, and nothing was organized properly.

“Let’s go for now.”
In the meantime, the fact that her husband, who had risked his life for the duke’s title, was waiting, surfaced in her mind, and she began to walk again after stopping.

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As she opened the door to Cedric’s room.

“You came so late, I thought you had forgotten me for a moment.”

The man who was standing by the window with his back turned, slowly turned his body.

“Cedric. Why are you standing? Is your body hurting a lot?”

Her husband, who was injured because of her.

She couldn’t help but worry as she looked at the bandage soaked in blood.

“Yes. It hurts a lot.”

“……Yes?”

“It hurts so much that I feel like dying, but I’m barely enduring it.”

Cedric raised his hand over the bandage wrapped around his chest and let out a small groan.

At this sight, Lamein’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“Just push me away! Why would you throw your body and embrace me like that!”