Chapter 89
Seeing myself so hideous.
I’d rather think this is a dream.
This can’t be real. Why did he return now?
Floría gasped for breath from the immense shock.
For her beloved Aidan, Floría only wanted to show good appearances.
There were mornings when she woke up, saw him, was ashamed even to show her disheveled face, and covered it with both hands.
But now, she had gone beyond that—exposing her chest plainly to the air, writhing and expressing milk.
“Ai… Dan.”
If there were a hole to hide in, she wanted to crawl into it.
But there was no such thing in the beautiful castle of Sief, so she hastily bent her body.
“Don’t look.”
It had been a long time since she’d seen Aidan. A month.
Under normal circumstances she would have run to him and embraced him, professing her love.
But the fact that she was seen like this filled her with shame, and tears gathered in Floría’s voice.
Aidan, having just returned home, had not even fully removed his military gear when he entered the bedroom, then quickly shut the door.
The sound of footsteps coming closer.
Then he asked,
“What were you doing just now?”
“…….”
Even she herself didn’t fully understand engorgement until after giving birth; there was no way a man who had spent most of his life on the battlefield would know.
Besides, Floría had never experienced engorgement immediately after giving birth—so she would never have been seen like this.
“My b*****s are swollen.”
Floría’s lips quivered as she explained.
“So… it hurts.”
She was not doing anything abnormal.
She wasn’t sure how he’d see it.
“The doctor—”
At his question, she shook her head.
“I can’t show this to another man.”
She hurriedly wrapped herself with a robe, nude beneath.
Aidan stepped right up to her.
Then he drew her into his embrace.
The moment she was in his arms, the body that had just been consumed by pain relaxed.
A body strong and hot.
She leaned on the firm body of the man who always seemed capable of protecting her, in any situation.
She gasped, then spoke. Without meaning to, whether from pain or shame, tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
“I didn’t want to show you something like this either.”
His hand brushed down Floría’s jaw.
Gentle as always, a caress from deep within his heart; Aidan’s scent seeped into her very lungs. Stroking her tear-soaked face, he whispered.
“It’s strange anyway.”
Though thick and rough, his hands were soft and calm in how they touched her.
“Could this be an illness? Your b*****s are so heavy you cry over them?”
“No. I think it’s because the baby hasn’t eaten much these last few days so I couldn’t relieve them.”
“I should see for myself.”
“No. It’s alright now.”
She spoke hastily.
“I’ll go change clothes, just wait a little.”
Earlier, she struggled alone; her hair was messed up.
Everything was a mess. Floría tried to pull back, but Aidan did not let go.
“It’s okay, come here.”
“But I only want to show you good appearances.”
She did not want to show him such a swollen, tear-stained face.
What if his love for her cooled because of this?
But the man’s palm softly enclosed Floría.
Pulling her concave waist, their bodies pressed closer together.
“To me, your appearance is always beautiful.”
Then his hand gently loosened the front seam.
Her chest, tenuously covered with thin cloth, spilled forward.
Swaying, trembling—an agonizing sensation made her brows knit.
“Ah.”
A moan escaped from between Floría’s teeth.
“Does it hurt?”
Floría could not answer with words. It was a silent yes.
“When your b*****s clump up like this, what can one do?”
“It says in the books that massage helps.”
Massage.
As though hearing the word for the first time, he let the sound pass his lips without speaking.
“Then I’ll do it.”
“No, I’ll just do it myself.”
“Drowning in tears like this — how can you possibly do it yourself?”
Her b*****s were full of milk, inside them; with any touch, mother’s milk might leak out.
He feared his rough hands might even soil his clothes.
Under the lamp’s bright glow, Aidan looked at Floría’s chest.
Even to his unaccustomed eyes, the pain was very obvious. Her normally soft, white b*****s were completely changed.
Around the tip of her n****e—thickened like a joint—there was gleaming liquid forming
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