“Do this again.”

It felt like going back to the past, filled with self-blame, but Liz couldn’t help it. The regrettable one was Liz herself, so she had to do whatever came her way.

Liz gradually leaned her chest forward, observing his facial expressions.

Suddenly, his eyes sparkled.

“Isn’t Cain crying? I think I heard a sound.”

“Oh, really.”

Liz sighed as she rose, letting out a long breath. The forearm revealed a faint salmon-colored scar beneath the bangs.

“Who’s crying? I can’t hear anything.”

“I hear it.”

Herseis’s voice was firm. And if he heard it, maybe Cain really was crying.

But unfortunately, Liz couldn’t miss this opportunity with her three-year-old son.

“Well… A baby can’t help but cry. But Mirabel will take care of it. Your Majesty knows how well Mirabel handles children, right?”

While Herseis nodded, he still seemed concerned. Liz couldn’t relax. In the meantime, he seemed like he might get up at any moment.

“Oh, it won’t work.”

Liz moved behind Herseis. Then, she put her hand on his shoulder and said, “You look too tired. I’ll give you a shoulder massage. Your shoulders are so stiff.”

Gently grasping his shoulders, which were unexpectedly soft and elastic, not requiring a massage, Liz didn’t withdraw her hands.

“How is it? Feels refreshing?”

“It’s refreshing.”

Herseis said. For some reason, Liz felt like he was speaking dryly, so she applied a little more pressure to her fingertips.

“I’ll make it cooler for you.”

But for some reason, his shoulders kept tensing up.

He seemed to be thinking of something else…

“I think I heard it again.”

“What?”

“Cain’s crying.”

“…”

Liz wanted to cut the ties of her husband’s consciousness, which kept turning towards Cain, even if only for a moment.

Ignoring his words, she decided to be bolder.

“Because of the apron, my hands keep slipping. I’ll take off the apron for a moment.”

Liz moistened Herseis’s apron.

The muscular, well-defined shoulders were exposed.

Liz subtly caressed from the neck to the shoulder tips with her fingertips pressed against the body.

‘Let’s see if this makes him think of Cain.’

Liz turned her head and looked to the side.

The reflection of the two in the glass was visible.

With the front of the apron wet, Herseis, who revealed his bare shoulder and gentle chest lines, sat, and behind him, Liz hugged closely, pressing her shoulders. Just looking at it, it was an unmatched pose.

“Now it feels better. Stay still. I’ll definitely loosen it for you.”

Liz put effort into each touch to add a touch of color.
She gradually expanded the massage range from the shoulders to the collarbone. Thanks to that, her shapely chest exerted a subtle pressure on his back.

“Enough now.”

She thought that by now, his body would have loosened considerably. Just like this, lying together in bed for a hot night…

“Liz, it seems impossible. Cain…”

“…”

However, at his words, Liz stopped the massage with a disappointed expression.

It felt like all the energy in her body was depleted in an instant.

This man was a perfect doting father. Instead of a woman who shook all kinds of charms next to him, he only thought of his unseen son.

For him, now, what he needed more than the mother who just gave birth to his child was his replica.

With a resigned tone, Liz said, “I understand. You want to see Cain that badly? I’ll go get him, so please wait a bit.”

It wouldn’t hurt to bring him.

Well, what can you do when he wants to see the child?

The presence of a wife completely changes the moment she gives birth to a child, according to her husband.

Family bonds become stronger and deeper, while the charm as a woman somewhat diminishes.

From now on, following the natural order seemed to be Liz’s plan. A bit… bittersweet, though.

“Ah!”

But as Liz turned around, something grabbed her wrist and violently pulled her.

“I never said to bring him.”

Herseis, who tightly embraced her waist, said.

His shining golden eyes somehow looked dangerous. Liz swallowed her saliva.

‘I won’t have a second child. I’ll only have one.’

Liz had always said that.

And Herseis respected Liz’s opinion.

For him, who had watched her go through the difficult pregnancy, it was a natural choice.

To him, Liz was more important than anything else. Occasionally, the adorable son felt a bit troublesome…

Cain liked people so much that he didn’t avoid them at all, but strangely, he only tried to sleep in his parents’ arms.

Despite trying various skilled nannies who had raised more than twelve children, the child never wanted to sleep in their arms.

One of the parents had to be present for him to fall asleep.

‘I’ll put him to sleep in another room. You sleep comfortably since you have to work early.’

Liz was probably considerate of him, but in the end, she was suggesting to sleep in separate rooms again!

Herseis still had unpleasant memories of the times they slept separately in the early days of their marriage. He didn’t want to repeat those times.

‘I don’t like that.’