Chapter 28
Amelia furrowed her brows in puzzlement as she watched her younger sister sniffle and hold back tears.
“But from what I saw, the look in the Margrave’s eyes didn’t match that. I don’t mean to brag, but when it comes to men, my instincts have never once been wrong, Betty.”
The sweet curve of her smile made her face look so alluring that it was no wonder she was called a femme fatale among the gentlemen of the capital.
With her striking red hair and blue eyes, Amelia was someone who constantly trailed a cloud of scandal behind her. Just as men loved her, she didn’t shy away from the ones who came her way. Regardless of how much it pained their parents, Amelia was the type to live life exactly how she pleased.
It was a completely different way of life from her own, but Beatrice sometimes found herself envying Amelia’s freedom.
This was one of those times. Unlike Amelia, who could juggle two or three men as if they were marbles in her hand, she couldn’t even handle the one husband she had. She didn’t understand why things had to be this difficult.
If only she had fallen for someone other than Caesar. Or if, like Amelia, she were the type who could love multiple men at once, maybe none of this would’ve happened.
But frustratingly, Beatrice’s heart still beat only for Caesar, and she was sure it always would.
“Trust me, Beatrice. I’m not trying to badmouth Regina, but honestly, she learned about romance from books. You’ve been confiding in the wrong sister. When it comes to love and relationships, you should’ve come to me.”
With a teasing giggle, Amelia patted Beatrice’s head. Almost without realizing it, drawn in by her sister’s charm, Beatrice began to share everything she’d discussed with Regina.
“Burnout, huh… I suppose it could look that way. But I see things a little differently.”
Sipping her wine as if using her sister’s troubles as an appetizer, Amelia shared her thoughts. What followed nearly made Beatrice spill her own wine onto her dress.
“Well then, shall we start by talking about your s*x life? How often do you do it per month?”
Amelia had said she was hearing this for the first time, and if she hadn’t, Beatrice would have suspected that she and Regina were teaming up to tease her.
Why does everyone who hears my story always ask about this? she wondered, flustered, as she hesitantly replied.
“Well… except for during my monthly time, it was nearly every day… Until recently.”
“Hmm. Why’s that?”
“Regina said that it was bad to spoil one’s husband like that… so I’m trying to limit it to about once a month.”
Amelia’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at those words, then narrowed as she burst into laughter.
Beatrice’s cheeks puffed up with embarrassment. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like the butt of a joke.
“Haha, ahahaha—ah, I’m sorry. You and Regina, honestly… You’re both so innocent and adorable. And you really followed that advice?”
“Yes…”
“I’m going to ask some more specific questions now—are you okay with that?”
“What?”
“When you were doing it every day, how was your relationship? How long did it last? Were you satisfied? What about the Margrave’s reactions? And how many times per night, usually? Judging by the way you look, I’d say you were probably having a rough time.”
“Wait… what?”
The barrage of rapid-fire questions left Beatrice speechless. But like a diligent patient, she did her best to answer as sincerely as possible.
“I—I didn’t check the clock, so I don’t know the duration. Uh, I think he just tried to follow proper etiquette… As for satisfaction, I mean, I just… it felt warm and nice. It hurt a little at first, but… My husband was very considerate of me, and his reactions… I’m not sure… And, about how many times per night, I’m not sure what that means. I think after we fulfilled our… marital duties, we’d just fall asleep…”
As Beatrice continued to speak, Amelia’s mouth gradually fell open—until she finally covered it with one hand.
“Good heavens, Beatrice. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can take your side on this one.”
Her words were cryptic. At the same time, a question mark popped up over Beatrice’s head.
Did Amelia mean that she had done something wrong in their marital relationship? And what did she mean by asking how many times per night? Beatrice thought she might understand, but everything still felt vague, as if she were walking through fog.
Was there a time Caesar showed signs of wanting more…? She couldn’t recall clearly. Honestly, Beatrice was usually so exhausted afterward that she would just fall asleep.
And when she woke up in the morning, Caesar would be holding her in his arms, sleeping soundly. So she had never once considered that he might be dissatisfied.
Beatrice took a moment to reflect on their married life so far.
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