Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 93

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Truth be told, her own impulse to do so weighed larger than any worry for him, though Fiona would not admit it. Moreover, she could not easily muster the courage to act upon it.

Come to think of it, their relations until now had all occurred by Jayden’s command—never once had they acted from pure volition.

Perhaps that was why. To engage in such acts without duty behind them seemed somehow terribly wanton.

‘And immediately upon bringing him here like this?’

Would it not appear as though she had brought him precisely for that purpose? Besides, having been moving since early dawn, the hour was still morning, the sun not yet risen to its zenith.

For Fiona, who had always conducted such business only in the dead of night, in pitch darkness, daytime intimacy was too great a leap.

Yet beside her in her hesitation lurked an unexpected variable: a husband utterly honest in his own desires.

Unlike Fiona, who had brought him here with pure intentions, Caligo’s mind had been filled since the moment he followed her with only the thought of touching her.

Why would they do nothing when alone together? If Fiona was amenable, he was ready to begin at any moment.

Trivial matters—that their surroundings were too bright, that the situation was too sudden—presented no obstacle to him.

“Fiona…”

Fiona was before his eyes. Her touch grazed his body. He could not help but grow excited, like a bull spotting a red cloth.

His body burned with desire he could no longer suppress. The fear that she might dislike it receded, pushed out by craving.

“I want to.”

Pressed against her by this half-clad man who rubbed his face against her shoulder as if in torment, Fiona’s temperature surged once more.

It was a joyful thing that his ability to speak had increased, but that he would utter such expressions—her face burned as if it might explode.

‘…Should I just do it?’

No. I must not.

For a moment she nearly succumbed to temptation, but fortunately it remained an attempt not carried out.

However things stood, this was not right. To behave this way immediately after becoming able to communicate… Moreover, Jayden might burst in at any moment, and she needed to call Marie to arrange a meal…

But her deliberation did not continue long.

This was because Caligo suddenly embraced her waist from behind, pressing his lower body flush against hers.

In that instant, her senses jolted awake.

The pattern of all their relations until now rose before her. One-sided and sudden, a beginning that seemed to disregard Fiona’s consent, movements tinged with a strange coerciveness.

For a moment, rage surged to the tips of her hair—but simultaneously, she sensed that something was amiss.

This behavior did not align with the Caligo she had observed until now. She finally realized that he, who had been as gentle as a lamb just moments ago, would not act this way without reason.

Perhaps there was some circumstance of which she was unaware.

With this thought, Fiona blocked the large hand gripping her waist and turned around.

“Caligo, to do this suddenly without my permission is a very bad action.”

Caligo halted instantly, his expression one of disbelief.

“But… I was told this is how it must be done.”

A strange remark. Did this mean someone had instructed him to behave this way?

“You say you were told this is how it must be done. By whom?”

“The blond bastard.”

Caligo mimicked the expression Fiona had once used to describe Jayden.

And upon hearing that answer, Fiona understood the entire situation in an instant. Simultaneously, Jayden’s face rose in her mind—that sly smile as he said he would teach him proper bedroom manners.

‘Damn it! I should have realized it then!’

That bastard had surely implanted strange knowledge in her husband to spite her.

When she questioned Caligo with heated anger, he confessed everything exactly as it was.

It amounted to teaching him the very worst manners under the guise of how to handle a woman. The culprit who had utterly ruined Caligo’s bedroom habits was none other than Jayden Troyes.