Chapter 138

The Marriage Of The Crown Prince And His Wife (10)

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scream…”

“No.”

Instead, Theo looked at Catherine with a reflective face.

“My Lady.”

“Y-yes?

“Are you scared of me?”

“…”

It was not Theo that was scary, but her own hand that seemed to rush in and hold her chest and thighs.

“Tell me. If you’re holding it in because it’s the Marquis’ words even though you’re uncomfortable… In order to avoid any difficulties for you, I will pretend that there was no marriage on my side.”

“N-no!”

In an instant, the words that came out like screams made Theo and Catherine quiet. Catherine realized that the image of a young lady she had built up in front of Theo had collapsed.

Yeah, you might have heard me anyway…

“My Lady, excuse me.”

She thought she could hear Theo’s voice, and she felt a sign of him approaching. Catherine was listening to his footsteps with her head down.

Recognizing that Theo’s footsteps were approaching, Catherine shrugged. Her heart was beating so fast that she couldn’t breathe much.

“Lady Rasmine… Will you look at me?”

At the whispered words, one step or so away, Catherine turned red to the tip of her head. She knew her own face was red, too.

If I raise my head, won’t he see that my face is red?

I can’t raise my head!

She was desperate, but… The approaching hand couldn’t resist lifting her chin lightly.

Catherine looked up, avoiding eye contact. She was ashamed of her flaming cheeks.

“…”

Catherine’s eyes glanced at Theo. He had a puzzled look on his face. His glazed eyes touched Catherine’s cheeks and ears.

“…How about a date?”

“What?”

Theo smiled when she looked at him in surprise.

“If you don’t feel uncomfortable with me.”

Catherine looked at Theo with her mouth open blankly. She felt like she was dreaming.

* * *

The dress at the reception was blue. Rowena looked down at the hem of the dress embroidered with silver thread and turned back to Cecil.

It was hours after the wedding, but she still couldn’t believe she was married to this person.

Cecil was walking with Rowena in his arms as he did at the wedding. He was worried that Rowena had already wasted her physical strength at the reception, because she was slower than Cecil.

“I don’t run even if I’m in a hurry.”

Rowena, who was leaning calmly against Cecil’s chest, whispered. Cecil glanced obnoxiously and took Rowena’s lips.

He felt the thin body in his arms as he entangled their tongues.

Almost all of the poison was detoxified, but the changes in her body didn’t easily go back to before. Cecil smiled maliciously as he could see her lower body, which had become wet from his kiss alone.

On the other hand, Rowena, who was in tears, gasped thinly and pinched his forearm.

“You can’t run away now, can you?”

Cecil whispered, tasting his wet lips with her saliva again. Thanks to this, he was able to calm down his body, which was aroused by the fun of teasing the lovely bride.

He couldn’t reveal half of his greed or obsession.

If he had revealed everything from the beginning, this cute bride would have run away barefoot. He was going to make her sink into the excitement he gave her without noticing.

Without knowing that, Rowena was giving her lips to Cecil’s playful sweet kiss. It was so sweet that while she was kissing him, she found that they had reached the crown prince’s palace.

Even if they had already slept together several times, the first night was a special one. For this day, the crown prince’s bedroom was neatly arranged and newly decorated.

From the entrance of the prince’s palace, there was a path paved with pink petals. It was for the crown princess, who couldn’t even go on her honeymoon because the emperor was ill.

Cecil couldn’t bear to tell her that they would go on a trip every summer and winter after His Majesty woke up. It was because he was convinced that the Emperor would never fully recover.

However, he couldn’t even say that they should go on a trip after the emperor died. Because he was his father, no matter what.

Instead, Cecil decided to pour out all kinds of gold and silver treasures, dresses, and affection that no woman would have ever received. He was confident in that aspect.

The Isfacia Empire was rich and powerful enough to have no other person, even if it included other people from continents across the sea, be as confident as him in loving Rowena.

As the sly couple entered the bedroom, the attendants and maids quietly closed the door. The path made of petals continued to the bed.

Seeing the bed full of flower petals, Cecil smiled. The bedroom was ordered to be decorated according to Rowena’s taste, so petals on the bed must also be Rowena’s preference.