I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 6.5 - Invitation

Carvain, now dominating over Iona, asked with gleaming eyes.

“Sucking on the nape, and then kissing the chest area, was it?”

“You… you heard all that?!”

Iona was shocked as Carvain recited the contents of the novel she had read at the book club.

Carvain pressed down on the squirming Iona and lowered his lips.

It seemed Carvain had heard everything that came out of Iona’s mouth.

Carvain kissed her in the exact order described in the passage Iona had read.

“That’s… ugh! It was just a book! I didn’t even choose it.”

“I see.”

“I didn’t read it of my own will either.”

“I understand.”

She tried to salvage the situation somehow, but Carvain didn’t even pretend to listen.

Carvain’s lips traveled endlessly down her abdomen.

“Hnn… Wait!”

She grabbed Carvain’s head with both hands as it reached her lower belly.

Carvain immediately stopped moving at Iona’s touch.

The sight of the man who had been acting like an unstoppable locomotive now obediently yielding his head made her lower abdomen tingle.

“Stop it… What are you doing in broad daylight?”

“Why? You said you do this with your husband every day.”

“…At night. Every night! It’s daytime now.”

“Then I suppose the problem will be solved if we continue until nightfall.”

Iona’s protests had no effect on Carvain.

The hands holding Carvain’s head were trembling finely.

By now she should have been used to it, but Iona found herself trembling somewhere whenever she faced Carvain.

This was like a learned instinct.

The instinct of fearing the villain since falling into this world.

It wasn’t the kind that would easily disappear.

Carvain’s eyes were fixed on her white fingertips.

“…I’ll get used to it.”

Iona said in a low voice.

“You should. However.”

Carvain pressed his lips to each fingertip.

“I don’t mind if you never get used to it.”

“……”

Red eyes bore into Iona.

“Because you can never leave my side anyway.”

His large body dug into her white nakedness.

After a bout of passion had swept through.
(T/N: What? Noooo! We were robbed of a good scene ಠ╭╮ಠ)

Carvain was holding Iona, wrapped up in the bedding, in his arms.

Iona, suddenly rolled up like a kimbap, only had her head peeking out.

“…So how did you really come today?”

“I had a moment of free time.”

Carvain said, brushing back her sweat-soaked golden hair.

Iona quietly gazed at Carvain as he stroked her hair.

“……”

Although she didn’t know what he was planning, Iona was well aware that Carvain was busy.

These days, it was said that he barely had time to change clothes when he came to the mansion before leaving again.

For someone so pressed for time… why did he come to see her on purpose?

Iona’s purple eyes rolled around, pondering.

No matter how much she thought about it, it was a problem she couldn’t solve.

Disliking the feeling of being at a loss, Iona decided to just ask directly.

“Um.”

“Carvain.”

“…Carvain. Can I ask you just one thing?”

“Would you not ask if I said no?”

Carvain said, chuckling.

As Iona shook her head, Carvain pressed his lips to her eyes and told her to ask.

“Promise me you’ll answer honestly.”

“You’re suddenly being so serious, it’s scary, wife.”

Iona said, just as Carvain had done to her one day.

“His Grace the Grand Duke, despite being busy, checks on all of Her Highness’s recent activities.”

She recalled the voice of the maid who had whispered to her as if it were a secret.

He even checks on her day-to-day activities like that.

“Why has this decreased so much?”

“His Grace the Grand Duke took them. He said he’d handle it, so not to worry.”

He even took all the invitations that Marchioness Kalzavas had warned were particularly tricky.

“Oh my. His Grace the Grand Duke has sent gifts again……!”

“This time it’s mostly dark colors…? Could it be that he heard about the rude comments at yesterday’s party!? Kyaa! It’s so romantic……”

The day after she was ridiculously criticized for her improper attire, he even went as far as to buy and offer dresses of all colors, as if to ensure she would never hear such words again.

Even to her, a born single with zero sense in these matters, the situation seemed strange.

The man before her was strange.

Even though she wouldn’t blame him for despising and mistreating her, he treats her preciously and looks after her meticulously.

As if handling a fragile glass doll.

Even though initially, he just needed someone to gain a political foundation and to present in social circles.

Why is he doing this to me?

Iona wanted to get an answer.

“Were you worried about me?”

She shot the question straight, without beating around the bush.

“……”

For a moment, Carvain’s eyes wavered.

Iona took in every trace of movement in those red eyes.

The ripple that occurred in the previously calm red eyes created a deep resonance in Iona’s chest as well.

But soon, the red eyes became calm again, as if they had never wavered.

At the same time, Carvain slowly curved his lips into a smile.

“Of course. I’m always worried about you, wife.”

“……”

Iona stared at the man who was once again skillfully hiding his face.

Carvain was merely deflecting and avoiding with his eloquent words once more.

A large hand covered Iona’s eyes as she was lost in thought.

“Go to sleep now.”

The large hand showed no sign of moving as if it would only be removed once she fell asleep peacefully.

Iona pondered over this mischievous man who refused to show her his eyes.

“Sleep well.”

The mischievous man’s voice echoed in her ear.

For a moment, she felt the urge to unmask him someday.

The urge to see his raw eyes without any pretense.

That night, she had a strange dream after a long time.

A dream of her younger self running towards someone.

Though she still couldn’t tell who was at the end of that path.