I Didn’t Know I Had Two Husbands - Chapter 38

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“Ah!”

At that moment, Elaria’s body trembled again. Panting, she tried to push him away with her legs, but it was useless. Lucian bent his legs and pressed his upper body even closer. Grabbing the crown of her head firmly with both hands, he drove himself in all the way to the root.

“Mm, hnng!”

Elaria, dazed, shed tears as she let out faint moans. She didn’t even have the strength to cry out properly, only soft nasal sounds escaping as her body moved along with his thrusts.

“Elaria, Elaria!”

Calling her name loudly, he braced his strong thighs and waist, pulling his body far back before slamming forward with force.

He pushed in hard enough to create dimples in her hips, driving himself as if to bury even his t*******s inside, and let out a short breath.

Then, deep within her very core, he came.

The pleasure was overwhelming, as if his mind were melting. Everything below his waist seemed to go numb. Lucian could only savor the feel of Elaria in his arms and the inner heat clinging to him as if it wouldn’t let go.

He wished the three of them were the only ones left in the world.

That was how immense the sense of satisfaction was. Letting out a deep breath, he pulled the trembling Elaria tightly into his arms. Tilting his head, he brought his lips close to her ear and whispered in a hoarse voice.

“I love you, Elaria.”

Since the very first moment we met.

* * *

After the day off, things became overwhelmingly busy. It was early autumn, but the daytime heat still lingered. Elaria hurried her steps toward the annex beside the secret place she had discovered before.

At the time, she had left in a rush out of a vague fear, but there had been too many strange things. Recently, as she had grown closer to Lucian, the sense of dissonance had only increased.

“Haa…”

She had slipped away under the pretense of taking a short break, and her anxious heart made her hurry. Wiping the sweat running down her chin with the back of her hand, she opened the iron gate. It was well oiled, and it opened smoothly.

After entering and reaching the annex, she paused briefly to catch her breath. She carefully turned the doorknob, opened the door, and checked inside before stepping in. The familiar scent that always clung to Lucian greeted her first.

Elaria went into the study on the first floor. The interior was mostly the same as before, but some things had subtly changed. The positions of several books she had noticed earlier were different, and the scattered items on the desk had also been moved.

Only about a week had passed since then.

“But Lucian hasn’t gone outside the main building even once…”

She hadn’t been watching him from the beginning. While learning the duties of a Duchess, she had no choice but to move frequently through the main building, and each time she passed by his office.

There was always a red ribbon tied to the doorknob.

They didn’t dine together every evening, but three or four times a week they shared meals. Afterward, they would go upstairs together, separate to their rooms to wash, and then spend the night together.

Since Elisa’s visit, he no longer came to her in the mornings, but instead they were together every night. Each time, Lucian showed different sides. He could be teasing and playful, yet gentle, cold yet careful and attentive.

There were times she fell asleep in his bedroom after being together, and times he came to her room and she woke beside him in the morning. On those days, they usually had breakfast together.

The more those moments accumulated, the stronger Elaria’s sense of dissonance became. Lucian was clearly one person, simply a man with a temperamental nature, and yet…

There had been a day when she noticed his trousers were excessively covered in dust and dirt, even though he had supposedly stayed in the office all day. When she asked if he felt stifled from being indoors, he only replied that he was used to it. His face had seemed unusually flushed then, as if he had been exposed to strong sunlight for hours.

And although he rarely left the estate, he knew the changes in the capital in remarkable detail. What had changed, what new places had opened, he knew even better than she did.

On their first outing together, besides the items he had secretly ordered for her, he also arranged for desserts from new shops and fashionable goods that noblewomen would like to be sent to her room.

Moreover, the way he knew the political situation of neighboring countries perfectly felt somewhat strange. Of course, if he sent out his agents, he might be able to receive all such information without ever leaving his seat.

But then. Still…

“Why does he keep seeming different…”