If I Disobey the Duke - Chapter 113

Sad Dream (2)

“If you do what you said you would in the meeting… Time will pass quickly. You have a natural talent, and you will do very well.”

Perhaps the words he whispered were a prophecy, not a consolation.

As she was busy, time passed really quickly.

Unfortunately, things like longing and nervousness didn’t seem to disappear.

Like today, she felt something swelling in her chest each time she suddenly became conscious that he isn’t around.

Would it have been better to be crushed by longing in one go?

As the days passed again and again, her longing became so huge that she would seek nostalgia in the place where he worked.

The waiting was tiring.

From the moment she set foot here, every night was an endless wait.

Do I have to live like this for the rest of my life?

There was a reason for his absence, and she waited for him everytime. Lily was heartbroken.

Will there ever come a day when he waits for me?

“…”

There would be no such thing.

Aren’t his and my situation different? If he doesn’t want to wait, he’ll order someone to get me right away. No, in the first place. Will he even have time to wait for me?

Lily lifted her head from the table. A red mark was left in the center of her forehead. “How can I not write a letter properly? I’m not doing anything right.”

She was upset. She wanted to blame it on something, but she had nothing else around. She could only torment herself today.

“…”

Lily fell back down onto the table.

Unlike before, when she put her forehead down, she laid her cheek on the surface, her line of sight aligning with her shoulder.

A wine-colored cloak.

It was his cloak that the guard gave her when she came out after praying.

Did he go to see her?

Or was it left to her indifferently as a custom of leaving a mark on his wife every time he went out?

She didn’t know why, but it didn’t really matter.

Leaving something behind was nothing more than a promise to return anyway.

Please bring him back alive.

That was all she wanted.

She grabbed the cloak that wrapped around her body like a lifeline. The faded smell of his body seemed to send a shudder through her.

“…”

Unfocused eyes wandered through the air near the desk.

“You are the only woman in my life.”

As she had watched the water dripping like tears in her bathtub, he whispered it like a bone-sharpening oath.

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“Worrying about me is probably the most useless thing in the world.

His lonely face kept glimmering in her memories.

Lily quickly closed her eyes. Due to the smell of spring she quickly fell asleep as she closed her eyes.

Because her posture was uncomfortable, she could not sleep deeply and fell into a strange dream.

It was in the middle of a frosty plain. A wintry wasteland.

A huge old tree stood tall in the middle of a vast snowy field. In front of the tree was a huge snowman.

The swing was hanging loosely from a branch that was thicker than a man’s waist.

There he sat.

Black shirt and pants. And he sat with his head down as if he was about to disappear beneath the snow.

I have to go there.

With that thought in mind, she took a few steps and was in front of him.

Her heart throbbed as she looked at the crown of his head as he sat on a swing like a little child.

“Vlad.”

As soon as she spoke, he raised his head.

“Why are you alone? It’s lonely.”

Sad, gray eyes filled with endless loneliness seemed to drip sadness.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. With his face buried between her breasts, he breathed in as if seeking stability.

Lily ran her slender fingers through his shaggy hair.

The ticklish sensation on her fingertips and the breath she felt in her chest were all good.

His breathing got a little rough as he felt her touch.

He, who had been buried still, buried his face in further. There was the sound of the cloth rustling between his skin. He tilted his head. His soft lips brushed against the peak under the thin negligee.

Immediately, she let out a sigh.

His movements intensified. A huge arm pulled her back.

Lily stood motionless between his legs. She couldn’t push away.

His mouth opened and bit into her plump breast.

Her hair raised in involuntary response to the wet heat.

As if trying to melt the cloth that covered her, he pressed against her nipple with his tongue and sucked.

“Ah… Mhm…”

She was soft and pliant.

Is it an imagination drawn out of longing, or is it the image that I have been longing for unconsciously?

Even the licks over the soaked translucent cloth were gentle.

It was like an apology for the times that he made her feel lonely.

A tingling sensation similar to pain gathered in her chest. In the end, her bottom became sticky and wet.