A Reversal of Unrequited Love - Chapter 71

May the child be granted a second chance.

Just once, come back to us. This time, both she and Ethan would do their best not to disappoint. They would give only love and become the warmest sanctuary in the world. Please. Hyacinth savored the wish she often repeated in her heart.

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Sorry to disappoint Seina, but two weeks later, Ethan and Hyacinth managed to break the bed, bathtub, and dressing table all at once. If it had happened on different days, they might have saved some face, but unfortunately, it all happened on the same day. It was as if they had set a date to break the furniture.

There was no helping it.

That day was the first birthday Ethan had celebrated since they got married.

It all started with a single question.

Had Ethan ever properly celebrated his birthday before?

No matter how much she thought about it, Hyacinth couldn’t imagine that he had, so she put her heart and soul into preparing for it a month in advance. She could not tolerate the idea of her husband having a shabby birthday, as it would be a blow to Hyacinth Erentis’s pride.

After much deliberation and consideration, she managed to organize a sophisticated and grand banquet she could proudly call her masterpiece. In truth, Hyacinth’s taste leaned towards even more extravagant parties, but nanny Seina persuaded her to scale it down a bit.

“Wouldn’t it be too modest? It would be nice if as many people as possible could celebrate.”

“Consider the Duke’s taste, Your Highness. Does he like large banquets?”

Hyacinth couldn’t argue with that. She had to agree, albeit with a pout.

Ethan couldn’t hide his expression when he saw the banquet prepared for him. Reading her husband’s bewildered face, Hyacinth quietly, and somewhat menacingly, smiled. It seemed her guess that Ethan had never had a proper birthday was correct. She pondered how to express her frustration at Bridget Erentis’s grave.

As the banquet began, she handed Ethan his gift.

The banquet alone couldn’t be the entire present. When she gave him a green brooch made of the finest emerald and peridot, Ethan kissed her on the bridge of her nose. His usually pale skin, typical of the Northern people, showed a faint blush.

Not only Ethan but also the Northerners seemed quite excited. The knights surrounded their lord, chattering away, and the servants of Bremlin Castle enthusiastically carried drinks as if they were dancing. Amidst the lively atmosphere, Hyacinth looked around the banquet with satisfaction. Nothing pleased a host more than seeing the attendees enjoy themselves.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

She praised herself internally as she looked around the banquet hall, not anticipating that the guest of honor would leave in the middle of the event.

When the excitement reached its peak, Hyacinth felt an arm wrap around her waist. The noblewomen of the North, who were conversing with her, gasped in unison. Turning her head naturally, a kiss landed on her cheek.

“Ethan?”

“Yes.”

Ethan’s fingers slid between hers, interlocking them tightly, and he kissed her repeatedly on the ear. Soft gasps echoed around them. Hyacinth raised an eyebrow.

“Um, Ethan?”

The arm around her waist loosened slightly. Only then did Hyacinth fully turn to face her husband, who was gazing deeply into her eyes.

She wondered if he was drunk, but Ethan’s eyes were clear. However, the emotions filling his gray eyes seemed more intense than mere intoxication…

Her earlobes turned red.

Was heat contagious? The warmth in Ethan’s gaze spread to Hyacinth’s earlobes. It felt as if a rough flame was enveloping them both. The surroundings gradually dulled. Nothing else registered. Only him, only Ethan, remained clear.

Following his gentle lead, Hyacinth trotted along, focusing solely on him.

The kissing that began as soon as they left the banquet hall only ended when they reached the bedroom door. She couldn’t even remember how they had moved through the corridor. Half-entwined, they tumbled into the room. Just before the kissing resumed, Hyacinth held her husband’s cheeks.

“…Did you like the banquet?”

“More than anything.”

“The second gift is on the, um, bedside table…”

“Oh.”

Ethan, who was about to lower his head again, paused awkwardly. After a moment’s hesitation, he kissed Hyacinth’s eyes a few times before pulling away. It was a commendable attitude, considering the effort she had put into preparing the gift.

Ethan walked to the bed in one stride and picked up the box from the bedside table. The green ribbon slid down onto the bed. Hyacinth, who had followed him closely, fidgeted nervously. Compared to the first gift, the second one was quite modest, making her anxious.

It was a handkerchief she had embroidered herself.

“…Do you like it?”

“Madly.”

Ethan neatly folded the handkerchief and placed it on the bedside table before pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Oh, my love. Didn’t you prepare too hard?”

“But it’s your birthday.”

“The thing I hate most is you struggling. And the best gift for me… don’t you know?”

“Hmm, the best gift for you is me? I know very well.”

Hyacinth whispered coyly for a moment and then sat down on the bed. Ethan slowly leaned over her.

“Correct.”

They stared at each other for a moment. The atmosphere, which was certainly calm when they started exchanging glances, grew rougher the longer they held each other’s gaze. With passion and tension. Whether because they were a couple accustomed to each other, or despite being a couple, they were as tense as they were familiar with each other.

“But Ethan.”

“Yes.”

“I can’t prepare without sincerity…”

Hyacinth, who was about to grumble, had to look up at Ethan. He had picked up a green ribbon and was carefully tying it around her neck. The large knight was bending over, moving his hands very cautiously. Finding the sight somewhat amusing, Hyacinth couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What is this?”

“What do you mean?”

Ethan lightly bit her earlobe.

“You are my best gift.”

Ethan held Hyacinth’s cheeks and pecked her lips like a bird. Then, as he deepened the kiss, his wife’s laughing breath was transmitted into his mouth. It was a sweet sensation, like being tickled by a feather.

Slowly, carefully, he undressed Hyacinth, dropping all her clothes to the floor. Thus, on the bed, Hyacinth lay n*ked, wearing only a ribbon.

“Ah.”

Ethan couldn’t suppress a low groan. The combination of her red hair, white skin, and the green ribbon on her neck was terribly enchanting. No fairy dancing in the moonlight or wickedly tempting witch could be as captivating as his wife.

Hyacinth blushed, perhaps embarrassed by the reality of being fully exposed under the light. Admiring her peach-like appearance, Ethan grabbed her slender, pretty ankle and lifted it. He kissed the sole of her foot and greedily sucked on her cute toes. The toes, which twitched as if trying to escape, convulsed as soon as he lightly bit them.

“Ugh…”

A shallow moan. Ethan glanced sideways at his wife’s hand. Although he checked it every morning like he was doing an inspection, he couldn’t help but examine it again whenever they reunited. Hyacinth Erentis’s hand was intact today as well.

Thank goodness, he thought gratefully as he bit her heel.

“Ouch.”

“Does it really hurt?”

Hyacinth pouted and groped his thigh with her other foot. Just as Ethan knew her body, she had come to know his body well and remembered exactly which thigh housed his c*ck.

As her free foot accurately found and pressed his c*ck, Ethan let out a groan. As always in front of Hyacinth, his c*ck swelled honestly. Raising one eyebrow in a quiet question, as if to say, ‘Isn’t it just your loss when you make it bigger?’ Hyacinth smiled prettily with a face that seemed almost triumphant. When her toes scraped the surface of his shaft, Ethan surrendered and bent over.

Did Hyacinth Erentis know?

That when she, who was initially provocative, crumbled under pleasure, Ethan Erentis was engulfed in a mental thrill. That euphoria was more addictive than any drug in the world, so Ethan couldn’t help but torment his wife mischievously.

Even now, Hyacinth, who had been teasing his c*ck with her foot, was panting with a melting expression. A thin tear rolled down her cheek. It was so pitifully erotic that Ethan didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he spread her legs wider and thrust his fingers deep inside her.

He thrust his fingers in up to the base and flicked his wrist lightly. As he scratched her inner walls, Hyacinth’s waist jerked violently. Ethan followed her bouncing br*asts with his mouth, sucking greedily. When he bit around the er*ect n*pple, an immediate moan burst from Hyacinth.

“Ah! Ethan…!”

“Yes.”

Sucking her br*ast like a child, Ethan responded to her call. Deliberately flicking his tongue as he answered, her groaning grew louder. Ethan spread the twitching inner walls with two fingers. He pushed his hand in deeply and slowly pulled it out, making a squelching sound that echoed lewdly.

Hyacinth placed her hand on his head. She pushed her fingers quite threateningly into his hair, but Ethan knew. His wife, who loved his silver hair so much, would only mess it up but never truly hurt him.

“Ugh…”